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May 2014
wake up and starve
my poison is stronger
I trip into ash
and fancy the city.

Drugs
***
Rock and Hole

moons fade to
rub my starstruck
eyes in the sun
and I am still

an empty palm
scratched on street signs.
reflectionzero
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