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Dec 2011
These cancerous drugs,
Have given me great pains
Like needles dripping heavy lead
Into my weakened veins
Like drunken lullabies,
slurred from sloppy lips
And promises spoken,
With hands upon the hips
Hypocrites can talk their words,
Yet poisonous lies flow forth
Talking over and again
of what has greater worth
Megan Hardie
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