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There is no morning, no dawn, only the frayed electric edges of the dark. The first of the month allows 9 out of 12, numbing capsules and with it a night of disagreement over portioning.. The night was filled with thumps and bumps and blood boiling screams.. but now the finial dose has brought them rest.. The lonely chime of bottles discarded adds to the air this morn.. Tonight will prove a static receptor as well as all will be spent to begin another ritual month of trading subsidized food for their numbing elixirs ... The torture of the zip code... May a wave of love resolve that which aches within..
Posted on: Wed, 03 Jul 2013 10:44:37 +0000

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