I bought her opium from the city
aniseed flavored lollipop narcotic
ritual like on grandmother's quilt
She slowly licked at it
The town was huddled
People lived their desperate agendas
She slowly slipped into euphoric trance
going further and further into herself
The vase expanded and contracted
The poppy flowers inside seemed to grow
then spontaneously drip glue like substance
The city stirred and rummaged through itself
She looked into her ownself
The hours of life blending into messages
surging up onto her own tongue
as she told herself her own story
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