Intoxicated
I'm intoxicated when you talk.
You open your book of thoughts becusae
most of the time your emotions are blocked.
I'm intocicted when you talk.
I get to explore your beautful mind and
see the universe of pain you walk
I'm intoxicated when you talk.
You show me your deepest scars and I get
to know who you really are.
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