You're the One whom makes me feeble-
more enticing to the senses than any needle.
The perfect hallucination, the right combination of firing synapses;
more euphoric than any form of self-eradication.
My head spins 'round, like a globe,
as I feed from your eternal bowl.
Without you, I stand alone,
damned, dumbfounded, and faceless-
enveloped in your arms, I succumb to a peaceful stasis.
My life is lived, frozen in this sepia haze;
addicted to you, my Love... these are the best days.

by Jacob Berg

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