***With purple fingers and ice cold lungs
My body was depleted
and my mind remained strung
To convoluted mesh
telling me my guilty habits weren’t wrong
But necessary
Yet my wardens watch me like a convict smuggling a knife in a commissary
It gets worse and worse
The more I rehearse
And get away with my curse
And no amount of imprisonment
Leads to my rehabilitation
It just makes me a master at fabrication***
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