By Leonard Pigg
Mnemonic meandering amid emotional pandering.
There is a distance between, like the user and their vice.
Can’t have too much or you won’t feel nice.
Don’t become an addict, just be a casual user. Waking up in a haze, feeling like a real boozer.
Butterflies are the swarm in my head, craving her instead.
In a world of Splenda, she was my cane sugar.
I found what I love and it will kill me, but first slowly thrill me.
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