About an addiction.

You make me

Stoned, high, smashed, wacked,

All at once.


Your arms embrace me,

Your fumes caress me.


You got me

Floating, flying, gone, lost,

With no effort.


Another hit and I will be yours,

Another joint and we will be together again.


You made me

Stewed, inebriated, plastered, blasted

But it’s not like you care.


I want you,

You kill me.


You + Me.



The End

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