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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.

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