Do you hold these addictions
with or without me?
I asked, as you sipped from the cup.
Are you set here forever,
as granite or metal,
or float as a leaf to sweep up?
That's the chemicals talking,
you smile,
you say,
And you won't care to know in the morning.
But I know that I will,
and it pesters me still,
so I smile and stare at the ceiling.
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