Pulled blood from my gums,
admired copper on my tongue;
Spitting and dragging-
rolled smoke to my lungs.
Am I dead yet?
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Why I can't sleep at night sometimes
Poetrya book of poetry for late night restless hearts
i hate getting high
Pulled blood from my gums,
admired copper on my tongue;
Spitting and dragging-
rolled smoke to my lungs.
Am I dead yet?
