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Your body cries out like a helpless newborn baby …
Feed me …feed me
You try to fight, to resist the craving
But you cannot control this demon inside
Knowing that just one fix will bring you relief
Wrapping a tourniquet around your arm like a comfort blanket
You inject the drug into your arm
Your veins reach out drinking in the opiate
It takes effect and you feel euphoric
One final fatal fix … and you sleep like a baby
But this time…
It will be forever
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Copyright © Jan Allison | Year Posted 2016
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