its one of the ingredients in the crystal meth cocktail.
and it was our daily toke...breakfast, lunch, and dinner.
my sweet smile as he ducks under the fence into the mud
my black jeans kneed to the earth, following his
the patchy greens emerging to conrete pounded dirt
crouching up with our gaze of purity and delight
mouthing the words i love you
his fingers silently curl to mine, guiding me
hugging walls and sleeping guards
is that it? exposed? unlocked?
it's red.
scitter...SCATTER...SCORE!
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