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I could if I thought it would do any good ~ lay my head on the temple steps ~ like an addict getting a fix by a fire-station ~ but I know that there’s no Narcan for the soul ~ when it’s OD’d and grown cold and oh so old.
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Mar 3, 2020
Mar 3, 2020 at 5:14 PM UTC
Nasal spray for a soul cold
I could if I thought it would do any good ~ lay my head on the temple steps ~ like an addict getting a fix by a fire-station ~ but I know that there’s no Narcan for the soul ~ when it’s OD’d and grown cold and oh so old.
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Mar 3, 2020
Mar 3, 2020 at 5:14 PM UTC
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