𝐏𝐎𝐄𝐓𝐑𝐘 ; minsung ✓

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four

you've offered me synringes.
you've offered me snow.
you've offered me pills.

i said no,
we want to stay healthy.

you've offered me grass.

i said maybe,
but after i saw how you acted with it,
i said no.

you've offered me alcohol.
you've offered me cigarettes.

i gave in,
it was fun,
i said yes.

my addiction strengthens
every time i sit on your lap,
every time i explore your mouth,
every time our drunk tongues touch.

- han jisung