if I exhale
promise me the next hit
will take me higher.
and the next…
will soar me deeper
plunging me to heights
where whatever this stuff is you're pushin'
grows wildly rampant in
concurrent successions of
infinite supply which I demand
as your soul Consumer.
I am your market
I'll buy every drop of
your intoxicating liquid, solid, or gas
never evaporating
racing warmly
through my veins
down my spine
massaging my heart
tingling my belly button
bearing Love and light to
every joint and muscle
contracting in applause of your total magnificence.
this stuff is heaven sent, too
take your time
private stock for only you
see the label?
take only as directed
blissfully psychedelic
potent enough on the first hit
to transform the pusher into the pushee.
and here we be...
AdDiCtS together!
flying high and giddy
why are we laughing?
[em]bracing each other for the next
beautiful 
hit...

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