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Sep 2016
Standing hear on the wrong  side of tracks , on my arm .

my living hell addiction .

stabbing and searching the needles in vain .

in my room I save a spoon a tiny lagoon I used to
draw my happiness from .

but now it is dry a desert I stepped over my dying
corpse to hear crying , the distant voice of my wife and
child lonely, lost and alone.


          Brian Kieth Benton
Brian Keith Benton
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