Forty pills a week
Robbed me of my essence
I walked the line between
Truth and knowledge
But who then decides-
That the images I celebrate,
Or the songs that weep to me,
Or the wind that lingers-
A minute more to caress me,
Than it does, a jealous you
Or the passion than burns me,
Down to amber cinders
Or fears that snake into my soul-
Of confusion, of breathlessness
Make me insane and you sane?
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