A drug – the quandary, the quantifiable tug-o-war
At one war or another
Top drawer and she feels one way to say
All these things that she must feel — just. must. amount

Amen, the preacher’s daughter – lasso over her soul and sell herself right out again

Pen / ink / think and spill it, please

For we’ve been mercilessly waiting – and she pushes him farther away because she wants him

Closer to her
Than never before

When the injection process tells a tale on its own two feet.

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