Sin.
being slowly carved and etched
into the tenderest skin.

Finding it's way
through breathing in.

Cocaine.
hyperventilation.

school girls walking down my street
always have the same blank stare

score.
when is the next eight ball
coming this way?

The addiction slicing
deep into brain tissue.

Sin,
slowly carved
into tender skin.

Lust is what
brings this in.

an ache for comfort
answered with rough sex.

and their expression is always the same.

needed now, bent over again.

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