Bottles

I havent written for a while

i know

collecting pill bottles now

but they never hold answers

glass bottles too

used to spirit me away

but I always come back

I remembered the other day

how we were unable to understand

how drug addicts get started

to begin with

maybe now I understand

that you can run without legs.

 
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