by Sydney Solis
Addicts
they say
can't deal with their reality
Well, nothing
not even the old skull ashtray
can deter my bitter sorrow
and retreat to red Marlboro
Smoke to rock my lungs
Something to hold me
In the desperate desolation of my soul
Alone
Winter 2003
Friday, January 29, 2010
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