rush.

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i'm all about pleasure

thirty seconds of cramping calves
and curling toes
breaths held
lips that meld
together

i'll take it any way i can get it

plastic cups
midnight drives
too much smoke
teens so broke
whatever

dopamine, tyrannical queen

detached fingertips
fuzzy brains
colors too bright
turn off the lights
forever

serotonin, zoning (out)

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