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Land of the free?
Through a gape in the curtains
A shard of morning light
slices my bloated belly in two
How ironic, I think
A body divided
The inner, unwanted
The outer, a pathetic addict
And they tell me
MY baby will be born a junkie
Assuming it doesn't O.D.
inside its little toxic den first…
There's dust motes twinkling
in the shard's overflow:
Dead skin can...
Tuesday 10th January 2023 5:56 pm
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