Daggers In My Mouth

i keep learning that you keep stabbing my mouth with daggers/ and in praise to the opiate authority, in sleep, those travels to and from addiction, starved deep into holds perfection in an instant, when in sustenance, we make a troubled conscience melancholy as a poet high on crystal meth, lingering shakes to sometimes die in inauspicious breath, breaking for the fall, another shelter for the deathwatch/ i keep learning that you keep stabbing my mouth with daggers/

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