Additives Poem by RIC BASTASA

Additives



with a single
pill
(whatever is that
name)
feel that you are
now
an inch
above your
lousy self,

but when will
this illusion
end?

ask yourself
when you
are sober

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RIC BASTASA

RIC BASTASA

Philippines
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