My Anodyne

Your tainted love It trickles down Like an IV drip, Plops into me A bit by bit, and I feel Foolishly sanguine, comatose. I am your hallowed vessel, On a lethal dose of you I’ve overdosed. I never noticed When my own blood Turned to water In your hands, When I found myself warped Into…

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The Other High 

It’s another kind of high, When you turn a blind eye, To that which once chained you, Had you begging for just a touch, just a hint; Had you loitering about like a lout, Fighting for it in seedy streets, Shaking hands with shady peeps, All for a miniscule pinch. === It’s another kind of…

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