And so the addiction begins
the addiction I find among your very mouth
the cancer you've poured into me,
it kills anything I once was
and it thrills me to know
that in this lifetime
you've let me lay in your open arms.
Run, because we're the last people that make sense.
Close my eyes, because I want you to still be the last thing I see.
You are the intensity of the sun,
Burning small images.
dots and grains
the same ones that spell out your name
in the light fixtures
they copy the sun.
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