Reprieve

I tend to fare better with a fractured heart
and a warm, amber ambiance
made of devastation, sentimentality,
and a kerosene lamp
guiding me through the dark
back to the origin of my melancholy
as I revel in the comfort
of a discernible wound to scratch

tell me,
how does one differentiate
between poison and the antidote?

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