Junk - Poem by Emma Kemp
You and your drunken head and
fallen glasses which used to be filled with
beer surrounded by broken ashtrays.
It’s all in your stomach now, you have
demolished yourself and all you could
ever have become without drugs.
You think you can escape the addictive
resources, but it will escape you if you
don’t make up your mind between
now and forever
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