i feel that money fade
              it’s shiny
     queens and kings,
 politicians wink
            papers for crystals
      stuck in straws
‘it’s cleaner this way’
         you said you’d support me
i feel that smile fade
      sing me
   you’re the kind of friend
                    i need to leave
  it’s something in your veins
               it’s the drip
                   in the mornings
relentless depression
                    she got addicted
     and no one listening
she sells crack in the other division
    sleeping between two males
             you blink
eating your food
                you miss a heartbeat
lack of support
    poor rapport
                   her father
  with the cat’s eyes
                 you the swim
this is a vision
                 money for crystals
they excavate from her lungs
          you judge
                        like a demon.

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