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Jan 2015
These human conditions
Seem far from humane
When no one listens
And sense seems insane
And the spinning is more
Than an effect from the high
And you don't know what for
Let alone pinpoint why
When your tolerance for pain
Seems extraordinary low
And the sound of their name
Is unhealthy to hold
Lucky you, that the drugs they sing
And they soothe
And serenity bring
To the less complete you
Faith Inesso
Written by
Faith Inesso  Pittsburgh, Pa
(Pittsburgh, Pa)   
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   Marshall CB Hiatt, keaoss, --- and ---
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