A lighter is flicked,
a candle lit,
a spoon levitates,
water mediates,
bubbles form,
a feeling being born,
the needle drinks it up,
a shoots it into space,
the space inside the veins,
where blood's supposed to run...
Sleep surrounds the brain,
canceling out the pain,
the cold room feels warm,
and the sun is shining inside you,
but the blood is still frozen.
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