Just Don’t Take My High
Take my name!
It’s twisted connotations left me long ago.
Take my clothes!
They move on my body like tides of the moon
hanging in hollow spots filled by promises forgotten long ago.
Take my money!
The dirtiest thing man has ever invented! Paper bills touched by power and sickness all at once.
Take my time!
Filthy hours strung together like christmas lights held by wires of illusion and illumination.
Take my freedom!
Thorny vines break the skin with tendrils of relief and quiet thorns that tell me my mom really did love me.
Just dont take my high.
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