Thoughts of you occupy my mind like grey matter does my brain
You course through me like blood does my vein
Poison me like the devils nectar, intoxicating
Taking me on an ephemeral mental trip, falling over you
Visceral pleasure muddling emotions
Delirium, confusion teetering between my fantasy and our reality
Unsure, unsure, unsure, of what is, what was, what is going to be
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