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The ceiling spins, a slow and dizzy waltz,
Head, a throbbing drum against a muffled vault.
The room, a funhouse, mocks with slanted grin,
Where laughter once danced, only echoes win.
Swore to herself, she'd follow freedom's decree,
Yet, now, she's searching through the debris
Twisting, and turning in a pool of tainted drink
Waiting for the moment when the codeine starts to sink
The portraits on the wall start to blur,
A piercing hope hopes to lure,
A shattered mirror, a glimpse of yesterday,
When happiness wasn't a fleeting play.
A shot of tequila slams, a siren's mocking call,
Luring the restless crowd, promising a fleeting thrall.
Memories surface, bittersweet and warm,
No blaring music, but laughter echoing in a hidden corner
Sips of wine, a crimson solace though it seems so kind,
Leaves nothing answered, but a momentary embrace
A pang for the warmth, the wisdom they'd impart,
Shoulders to cry on, that mended a broken heart.
A kaleidoscope crush, a shifting, fleeting hue,
With ecstasy's kiss, promising skies of endless blue,
But butterflies still flutter, a memory's sting,
Of whispers true, a love long faded with that spring
Now, faces painted with a borrowed smile.
Empty conversations stretching onto the mile
Worries fade, as the narcotics take hold.
A mind unravelling, as the chains unfold
Her mind returns to that happy place,
Faded photographs, a bittersweet display,
Lost in their grasp, a blissful, blurry haze,
The laughter's echo a memory of bygone days.
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