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Junkie Sandwich
No matter how long it’s been
Since I last picked up
That syringe,
It continues to eat away
At all that's left of me;
I'm disappearing, I'm holding
On by a string.
I’m losing myself, I’m
Losing touch
And sober or not—
I can’t keep myself
From being lunch.
I'm being devoured like
A junkie sandwich..
And not a very meaty one.
Since I last picked up
That syringe,
It continues to eat away
At all that's left of me;
I'm disappearing, I'm holding
On by a string.
I’m losing myself, I’m
Losing touch
And sober or not—
I can’t keep myself
From being lunch.
I'm being devoured like
A junkie sandwich..
And not a very meaty one.
Published 2nd Mar 2013
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