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Premium Member Hypodermic Illusions
Pine needles fall on manicured lawns
  on quiet streets where elm trees grow
 But in their midst a demon yawns
 And screams through veins from which it flows

 Hypodermic illusions line the curb
 where cars are parlors for getting high
 Overdosing in the suburbs
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Categories: hypodermic, addiction, drug,
Form: Rhyme

Book: Reflection on the Important Things