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The Placebo of You

. . .

Who needs the pills?

Who needs the fix of a needle?

The drinking is something of the past.

There's nothing that can get me high anymore,

nothing like your perfume...

Nothing like your fingertips tracing figures on my back.

- - -

Is there anything good enough to compare?

A kiss from you can be my relapse.

Because I have tried it all, and I have gone through everything

and I have never been in paradise

but I've been to the corner of your lips,

and that's pretty much the end of my route.

- - -

Because you were my destination,

and my addictions made me blind.

Because you walked by my side,

but I was busy looking ahead.

Because you were the light,

but I was lighting cigarettes.

- - -

Who needs anything

when they can fall in love,

and feel all the pain there is,

and feel all the joy there is,

and touch all the colors...

And listen to the wind telling stories?

- - -

Live in love and die every day.

Die with a healthy liver and healthy kidneys,

and a happy heart or a broken one.

You'll never know how much there is at stake.

But you will do it anyway…

And perish happily ever after.

. . .

This is an original piece of freestyle poetry written by me. Do not copy or distribute without my permission.

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