..
Numb lips,
Numb finger tips.
I can feel myself fading
fading
fading
away.
I may be influenced by the poisons
that the ordinary consume
I am
so painfully ordinary
I am poisoned.
Not only by the sweet sensation of alcohol
but by the sweet sensation of you.
of everything that is you.
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