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Sep 2013
Toast of the hour
and I, lacking power,
ardently seek another.
Determination, unbridled
for an erroneous fix,
with desires externally veiled.
Moderation is key,
an impossible feat-
in abundance and far out of reach.
Closed eyes plead,
the craving to cede
while dreaming of normalcy
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