chapter seventy nine
"amphetamine"
lies drip from your lips
as effortlessly as silk clings
to rained upon skin
your addiction to sadness
propels my veins to crave you
amphetamine
smothers you to death
and i'll spare you a breath
it's not going to save you
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gone with the wind
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