Saturday, September 26, 2009

pharmacy line

you see my heart is tearing
everytime you say you love me.
don't you feel the distance
it's literally hard to breath.
i go left, you right.
then come together
for a daily fight.
do i love you?
i don't know
i don't know who you are.
i've actually never met you before
because there was really no one at my door.
i made you up.
sniffed you up
smoked you up.
shot you up.
don't you see?
you're a drug
honestly, you're a
viral bug.
and i need some medicine quick
hurry please
before i run for another fix.
the fix, the hits, the mix
of broad pleasure than pain.
oh, it's precisely measured.
thanks mr. pharamacist
but ima need something
stronger than that.

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