Trees trees trees and trees
All you can see
Blind blind blinding in between
And then you see more of the same
I won't be the cans you drag
Behind the car
I'll be the gasoline
You really turn the switch off on my sensory
You can burn me up all night
I don't feel the heat
Until the aftermath
I can't identify the scent
The fireplace again
You're staring rabidly down at my veins
The voracious licking of the lips
It's only one of your many addictions
I'm fading away from the fix
I won't be the cans you drag
Behind the car
I'll be the gasoline

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