The Purest

Me:
the bunker;
hideaway.
unit of blood
filling veins.
needles:
pricking,
poking,
providing.
.
Leave all of those moments that have continued to engulf you.
The time now with me in your veins is so pure.
This is the purest, best form of me.
The gentle, steady glide into your being brings peace.
The whites of your eyes turn back and take your senses with them.
How long will you be able to fight the anticipated relish?
Let the string you hang onto snap and begin to hold onto me.
cigs

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