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Driftwood
Ugly drug eyes
redly raw
burning with a bitter flame
too skinny to be beautiful
nostrils immune to Armageddon
bluffing out the shakes
in a doorway huddle
"Change, mister.... "
And how I wish
she would
Published 18th Apr 2011
| Edited 27th Mar 2016
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