the lick of a flame
under
the silver
spoon, heats this
insidious brew,
the crystals,
a fine white powder
melting
into a forever
stew.
how sublime
the light is cascading
through the window,
how soft
the rain sounds
falling down,
how hopeless the world
becomes
with a needle in
your vein.
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