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Black Roses

I divide the crack into four lines
and snort them in succession.
I drive the needle in
and squeeze it dry.
Clarity.. Undeniable perfection.
Everything is perfect now
my problems a fleeting memory.

I catch a glimpse in the bong smoke
that still lingered in the chamber
like the barrel of a gun
the smoke points directly at me
the dragon puffs, the warrior pulls
and the fire frees us both.

Easy now, the edges will spill over.
Tacete
Written by Tacete (who-isthe-silence)
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