living, breathing drug (original poem)
the collective antidote to reality was
your silk hair
lips i lost myself in
nose i collided with
hand fitted like a puzzle piece
legs that intertwined with mine
and a voice i could cry to.
all skies were pink
all music was good
all voices were singing
life of safety
with emerging perfection that never became full
because first comes the high
and then comes the low.
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