When a thought dies,
it extinguishes
like fire when oxygen
is sucked dry.
dried is what i am
with your existence
or lack thereof.
ii.
Administer to me
drugs in moderated doses
i mustn't live without it
though it is lethal
and eventually kills
morphine kills.
iii.
You i'd place at the edge
of my cotton heart
where the sutures can
barely contain you
i could easily blow you away
i couldn't make you go away.
iv.
How can i walk into your mind
when guards are guarding me
you are not in the room
i am in the room.
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