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Words undermine essentially,

They refuse to vocalise fully

The expanse of unprecedented singularities. 

With substitutions for poor men's fun,

Addiction becomes convertible

To safer places.

Sleep is shedded in the earliest hours

To remind me where I am. 

Because it does not make sense

To my tired, ill-ridden head,

That I am in a place so comfortable. 

Sometimes an escape is easier

Than to submit to adrenaline-ridden

disbelief.

Words fail to speak but the head does not.

The comfort in a smile is hidden at the

Riddance of a come-down.

And there is no need to smoke

At the close of a happy night

When her eyes sweep and heal.

I told you, you make me nervous.

While I stay anchored to reality,

It's impossible to rehabilitate

From something unparalleled 

That has attached so quickly,

Into the prerequisite combination 

For a good morning:

Awaken to a reminder of humanity,

A brown stained cup

And brown stained fingertips.

When I find a priority 

Over my hourly addictions,

It incites a regard for healthiness. 

Enjoy the holidays,

I hope you spend them well.

But bear in mind throughout,

Singularities are, in themselves,

For those, irreplaceable.