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Flunitrazepam
The taste of swallowed vomit,
Like butterflies in my stomach.
Boils like the poison you love so much.
Escaping death to a clutch.
Curse the beauty you keep.
Deep in mornings, asleep.
A hollowed pail madness
Skin, such smooth sadness
Reach for another taste
Like snow and empty white paste
It is sweet but it is pain
to know you are mud in the rain
