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Saturday, July 6, 2019

A Drug of Last Resort

Sobriety is my drug
Of last resort to be
Administered only
With extreme caution
Via these tiny ampules
Packed with love and light
Even in the lowest possible dosage
As it's absorbed continuously
Through my skin and pores
Slowly I feel it course
Through my veins
Across body and brain
Minute by minute
I feel myself reacquiring
An immunity to daylight and
All that is simple and plain --
Both the beauty and ugliness
Of the unvarnished truth

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