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Junky

A mangled scream
The needle drops
The Junky’s dream
Which never stops

Held by limp hands
The essence of life
The pin prick demands
Brought forth with strife

Hiding from the law
Under midnight bridges
Grasping for a fix from the greedy claw
Detached, as everyone flinches

Slowly, you glide along that train of ecstasy

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