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How far, How fast.

I shake even though I’m not sick
           Already I can feel the needle
The glory of it all
           Still I’m here waiting
     O’ the waiting is enough to kill
Yet I have something stronger more beautiful something that can bring me to a state of euphoria the dope
     Never
           Ever could
Not the sex but the smell
     To run my fingers through her hair ‘
And
     Breathe
Feeling the skin
     Fingers entwined
And the smile so real
But shes gone and the dopes still here
     Still my friend  
           Enemy
This is how it is
     And I’ve got no fingers to point
           No one to blame
                 Just me
One could never ask for better
And  I tried
The days, the weeks, the months, the years,
     The jail and all the drugs don’t make it any better at all
my friend
The one who would tell me I was an asshole
           Because I was
The one I’d Tell She’s crazy
           Because she was
The one who would laugh when a hammer fell on my head
Or
     Flush her keys down the toilet
           Ripped skirt and all
when she came in after a shower
      would shake her hair
           and it smelled
                 Perfect







                 






Written by M-DiStefano
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