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forget your initial mission,
no space for that in this dimension.
come pick me up, baby, come closer to me
i'm your ticket away from sobriety
come drift away with me, sugar,
i'll take you to paradise
take a piece of me, forget your worries
just let me in your system,
i'll make you feel alright.
i'm warmth, i'm light...
careful baby, i'll burn a bit.
but now, don't you feel good?
you're numb now, my kisses turn you
limp in the best way.
troubles? what troubles? you mumble
from lips that quiver a little.
it'll be hell on your head when i leave, but
for now,
don't you feel
good?
YOU ARE READING
past oblivion.
Poetry"what can i really say?" used to be my words, when i didn't know as much. when i got older, i responded to myself. "everything." now, i realize that i can use my breath to speak on everything in existence, from dust on jupiter to the depths of hell...
