The boy’s thin frame,
Cloaked in heavy sweaters.
A mind on its synapses,
Drowned in social
Stupor.
Egg crate of feelings,
A sensitive form
He takes.
Moments in needle binges,
The exploding romance,
A chance to quit.
His songs,
The rushes of veins opened,
Drained in
Sparks tied to dead-end
Emotions.
Writing, the Universe and whatever occurs to me
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