high

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you sit with your knees pulled in
eyes like pools of honey.
smoke curls from your lips
wafting up
bleeding into the night.
I can't help
but notice
your pensive gaze.
you laugh
tossing your head back
-carefree
but when the doors close
you sleep in darkness
thoughts spiralling
eyes blank
was the high worth the pain?

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