Late at night
Swollen eyes
Tired 
Puffy.
I think of you.
Throat scratches 
Screaming for liquid, 
This bitter cold 
Harsh on vocal chords.
I starve the thirst
Allow no salvation
Nor that soothing comfort.
Instead I think of you.
Body calm
Cool
Collected.
Mind shouts
Violence erupts.
Understanding lost, 
Hope shattered.
Picture perfect worlds 
Mock me 
Out of reach.
Still I think of you.
The topic of my burning hands
Insomnia
Reverting withdrawal. 
I think of you.                
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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