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Heroin
You filled me with heroin;
It flowed black from your lips
And then I became with the moon,
So that all I could think about
Was this.
You showed me the waves;
Rhythmic crystal melting to tin
And I fell for the dark concoctions,
Emotion tumbling in my veins--
I shot into the stars,
Too lost to know it was a sin.
You burned at my throat,
Like the vodka that dripped down my knees
As you pushed me up
Against a wall
And made me vow that
I was free.
But then the tar stopped flowing
It hardened into a cast;
All I sensed was you
When the needle pierced my skin
And the onyx shattered like glass.
Whistles of the hollowed pen
Your attention left with the sun; with dusk;
Quick to melt away
Seeking out with surpassing lust.
Still I stood there elated;
Lifted up
Filled with outer space; your stardust.
Cause it didn't matter back then--
I was in love with that fact
That we both cried in black.
Still we wanted more;
It didn't matter that I was yours.
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