Addiction

Crystals cut my nose

They scream as I inhale you

You're drained; my blood knows

I speak the only words you let me

“You're right, I’ll let go”

My mother returned your things last night

The small things you chose

Which of those small things were true?

Bitter thorned yellow rose



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