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The duvet of heroine, thrown over a bed in Scotland.

Submitted:Dec 29, 2007    Reads: 135    Comments: 4    Likes: 2   

Via a syringe, I accept the dream

new d├ęcor for my low self esteem

I will catch the dragon, his wings flapping fast

the ground he travels, I recognise as my past

As the liquid travels each blue vein

I feel the removal of childhood pain

One memory I was happy to see melt

was the awful sting of my fathers belt

If drugs were an answer and really that clever

they would extend their duration and last forever

Alas reality is my waking meal

random atoms for my senses to feel

The rush of acceptance means I always want more

I run the flanks of Hampden Park with intentions to score

Again the needle stabs my arm

invites a wave of Glaswegian calm

I know the brown, colours my brain

not once but again and again

Understand as I administer my fix

one way or another we are all addicts


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