Substance 

The drugs have darkend my brain,

Though my memory cannot

Seem to fade.

It spins round at night,

When the moon somehow manages

To crumble in fright.

With these substances in mind,

I cannot rest

Nor can I find a lover

Who will squeeze my breast.

Alone in the day,

Unable to say;

What more?

Who can I find

To lead me to the door?

I’m here,

Open up

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