i used to use alcohol
to stick me to the page
like a stamp
there was something i wanted to avoid
they dragged me
screaming and kicking and mumbling
into the examination room
parallel lines feeling
my only answer was
no, not so
i concealed the above
with a meek demeanour
with drugs and dreaming
now the fog is clearing
i do right with me
Monday, June 09, 2014
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