An old poem, [June 2005, the first time i went clean] but i'm afraid it's ringing true again.

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Your sweet caress,
Oh how it burns:
i still can taste you in my dreams.
This sickness, my powdered love;
i long to hold you once again.

i must confess,
i have concerns:
my soul can no longer be redeemed.
This you've caused, my powdered love.
i'm enveloped in your chains.

In this distress,
Oh how i yearn
For my freedom, yet still it seems
i burn for you, my powdered love.
Stuck forever must i remain?