Overdosed

I have
Wrung my hands
Rung your phone
Rungs on a ladder
Stepping stones
To nowhere

I know where
Nowhere 
May be

Maybe you followed me there
You swallowed me there

Bitter pill
Made me ill
The sickness
Of pining for ghosts
We’ve overdosed

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