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May 2019
remember
when music was
pure & uncut,
when we were all users
trying to survive?

addicted to
the crack-le of
the needle
as it hit the 45?

back when the
natural high of
heart & soul
was enough to suffice?

we’re just
some junkies
looking to score

excuse me mister,
could you spare a dime?
Kelsey Ann
Written by
Kelsey Ann  30/F
(30/F)   
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   Phil B
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