If I were to be a glass
Then I’ve been shattered
Every piece turning into dust
Blow Me,
it’s not like I haven’t been
all over the place lately
And I could use a little help
to feel like I’m flying.
Or Inhale Me,
Overdose in all of my ecstasy
I could be your drug
as long as I don’t become a vice
Breathe me in,
then let me go.
But never entirely:
like Air.
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