Monday, July 27, 2009

Herb

7am. Couldnt sleep until 9am.
My hands sting from the touch with the bitterness on my tongue.
My eyes burn from the sight of the past.
To feel numb.
The stings disappear with the clouds that i create.
Leaving that odd taste in my mouth.
My eyes melt, creating a new world filled with fantasies.

I crave.

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