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Does the moon’s sinful light tumble through

Sky and limb

Onto me alone

In the twilight, I caught myself clinging

To the dreams I have forsaken

Huddled in the corner of a room

Fighting the urge for just one more

The thought that

These walls have colors, textures, substance…

My life has been missing these things.

I gave them up for this numbing consumption.

Why can’t I find

In the beauty of my mind a reason to stop?

Before I die, before I rot

The sharp prick of reality

Cannot be more than this.

And with that

I quit.