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You explode inside me like wild murmurs of exhibition and reflection

Your trunk emerging between my exotic clouds of morphine and oxidation

Every morning upon my soft moss

I feel your blistering rain

Every night within my womb his rock

And I struggle to forget your phantom hands, his hallowed eyes

I'm scarred with the cuts of both your firmly conditioned actions

Trapped inside a world within my mind of regrets and forgotten passions

Looking for a way out, from the prophetic daze of your drugs

Trying to stop the abuse without going through withdrawal