Your Making
i’d love to forget you
but my common sense
called in sick again
and the pain is a drug—
the type you wish you
weren’t taking, and
must’ve enjoyed once,
but no longer remember how—
craved only by
some unseen component
embedded in your making
that you will never understand
that treats vices like a grocery list
that’s sinking the very same ship
it is the captain of
Paperwiff
by mariamorris
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