Addict

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Addict

There are dreams

that come in a needle

Pleasant, sweet

first strong, then feeble

Ragged threads of gold

sweep the floor

Thoughts dark, numb

opened the door

that leads to heaven

and takes her to hell

Her walking uneven

a chiming bell

pulse the vein

and there's no kin

or love... No home

Snowy critter

the screeching gnome

laughing bitter

while you dance

and touch the sky

Another life is lost

and we'll never know why.

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