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Cecillia Poems - Poems about Cecillia


The Hell I Call Home
...All alone here I sit, in this hell I call home. With no motivation to silence these moans. There's junkies in the next room, and tweekers below, outside on the street, a whore with no one to blow.......

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Categories: cecillia, addiction,
Form: Ballad

Book: Reflection on the Important Things