hypnosis
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You’ve always told me
that you get your best ideas
driving alone
when your weary body
slips into
your hypnotic state
when your eyes
become the headlights
that light the way
Instantaneous instinct in the shadows of
My yesterday; the nostalgic scent sickens me.
What used to plunge my soul in hypnosis
Is now a long-lost, hurtful memory,
A reflection in which I've built immunity