OD on Tic Tacs
Dancing alone in your room at five
OD on tic tacs and
swallow shrill cries
Of musical artists destined
to fall in love with you
Dress up early morning, late at night
OD on tic tacs and
paint every thing
Of beauty or death; destined
to sooner or later leave
Alter the room with your thoughts
OD on tic tacs and
try something new
Of lust and so desire, both destined
to forget your words
Nothing good can come out of this
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