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sleek

white

powder



the epiphany

of perfection



dream of dancing

upon delicate flakes

without making the slightest

abrasion



like the powder you once loved



i want to walk on the snow and not soil it's purity



inhaled into a mind,

so diseased



as the flakes fall into place,

i fall apart



dilated pupils

teeth clenched

ice cold hands

that are now mine



the snow

the powder

that you took from me



and all i taste is your protection



and when the rain comes,

which it always does



it will melt away the eveidnce

of addiction



much like the acid i taste

for you



how i wish it could melt



the

sleek

white

powder