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May 2016
A public bathroom floor seems as good as any floor to lie upon
as the rush knocks me backwards
as the liquid dreams invade
as the hours of the day
slowly slide away
as I wander down the tracks
as my heart gives way to an attack,
a public bathroom floor seems as good as any floor to lie upon
In memory of a friend that ODed15 years ago
Written by
Jenn Snowburg
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