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drug addiction
Devils In Orange Bottles Have courted me In their finery It feels like glitter Dancing on My Neurotransmmitters It feels like A Vermeer Effortless and Unapologetic It feel like red-hot sin In the palm of the hand It feels like discipline Teaching me fine lessons It feels superior to Everything else It feels like winning and losing at the same time It feels like Alignment Lines graphed on my axis It's the white chalk that I choke on It's the expectation opening like a petal To consume me It's the reason I court denial In all of my finery I am nobody's daughter Nobody's sister Nobody's Reason I sleep alone Dope-sick afraid to Eat afraid to compromise the euphoria that Doesn't feel so euphoric anymore Someone is Always killing me in my dreams And like a Vermeer It's always effortless and unapologetic

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