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[carringtown]

Through the phone
I can see
His slightly chapped lips
Shape the words,
"I am coked out of my mind."

Before I can
Reply he makes
Me wait as he lights
Up his cig,
I know he didn't call to talk.

He called me
Even though
He knew I would be
Warm in bed
Reaching out to distant dreams

Where colors
Have voices,
Sounds glow through darkness,
Shadows of
White dance across ebony floors.

His call was
a challenge--
I dare you to warn me--
Don't he know
My drug is stronger than his?