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Aug 2015
nothing wrecks a happy home more than an addiction.

a whirlwind of a house.
built on precarious cement.
yet, turning to corners to find
the walls nearly caving in.

this confusion,
a mind of maddening thoughts.
consumed in a vacuum of complexity.

locks of uncombed hair,
only adding to the weight etched on self.

nothing wrecks a happy home more than an addiction.
Shalyn
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Shalyn
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   Andy Mion
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