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In the heroine minute
There is no solace.
In the acid hour
There is only a handful
Of shrieking image.
In the sober day there is
Nothing to salvage,
Only an aching for
An infinite end,
But there is only a
Beginning in the
Marijuana mile.
From university to ruin,
From here to the
Ecstasy second,
Shriveling.
Delay the smack thought.
In the moment of waiting,
Lean on a shadow,
Withering.
Perceive the hunger action.
In the damning abyss,
Resent the auspice.
Contrive in silence.
Endure the corpse-field dawn.
BoySlut 