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Heroin Hassles
It’s clear she’s only happy,
High.
Competing with heroin is
An unfair fight.
Syringe, spoon and
The heat from the
Flame.
Heroin took my girl,
I couldn’t make her
Stay.
High.
Competing with heroin is
An unfair fight.
Syringe, spoon and
The heat from the
Flame.
Heroin took my girl,
I couldn’t make her
Stay.
Published 27th Jan 2013
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27th Jan 2013 3:03am
I like the prose pieces you post but you manage to cram a lot of weight into short poems too. nicely done.
4th Feb 2013 8:23am
28th Jan 2013 4:17am
this brings up memories for me. Trying to compete with drugs is impossible.
3rd Mar 2013 4:58am
I wish I could have shown this to someone I knew who recently passed away due to heroin overdose... It truly is a losing battle that no one should start fighting.
Thank you for posting this.
It is well written.
Thank you for posting this.
It is well written.
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