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Mar 28
Eyes glazed
shipwrecked
by a pink fizzing tide
absolution of worries...
Endorphins collide

Neck craned back
silently studying contours
of a spiralled artex ceiling

Neatly pressed pills
beginning to digest
will I ever tire of this
blissful abundant feeling?

Incarcerated by the current
drifting like a drunken log
barely buoyant, saturated
marooned in pea soup fog
Oct 2020. From the days when I was ****** addict 2013 - Oct 2023. The pink tide was pink gin. Luckily managed to get off the stuff last year.
Syd
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Syd  35/M/UK
(35/M/UK)   
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   Jeremy Betts
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