Sometimes addiction mimics ritual and superstition,
invisible world of smoke's wispy curls
and chemical receptors that suck in like nectar
the silent substances controlling our world.
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A hand Held out: A hand Held it
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Haiku book in wind The page a dangerous place For a tiny fly
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This is the worst, I think. Hands occupied driving, I'm silently clapping both halves of my brain together when the other car moves.
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You can be child-like-I, Feeling all things tremendously. You can be deadened inside; Nothing moves you stupendously. You can seek mid...
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Oh, how my wide open heart aches To see the color of a dusklight sky Fading into the space of nighttime, While ember snowbrushed mountain...
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Afore headslam Dropped walkered Kneeling clash from Monkey bar-hangup Not strong enough To then string grip Dangling, rattled my Cage...
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She leaps aside, Strawberries! Red. Long. French? Delicious. "Let's not eat them all", Shoving, Savoring The ripe one...
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