old thoughts.

Theres a very certain lonliness in the absolution of addiction that silences all the demons telling you whats right and wrong.

A dry foot in the dead of winter, the skin is cracking and red. You want something to stop the sting but its unyielding.

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I sat there and tried not to look like I wanted to do what I wanted to do.

I smiled and wondered if it looks as different as it feels when I smile at you.

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wrapped up in a blanket of karma

that has a warmth all its own

I reach out with my arm

and give you my peace on loan.

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