Your
Love Has Been Cut
Your
love has been cut with inactive dust
And when
I take a line this thickening rust
On my
heart doesn't crack so thin is the dope
Yet my need for it is wrapped around me like rope
Yet my need for it is wrapped around me like rope
In rings
and in knots I wait for the waves
Of
dopamine shots for I am a slave
To
euphoria, the prime mortal bliss
That I
do not feel in the void of your kiss
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