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A Poem by Wraith.

Synthetic

what

paper

On the desk, in your head

down your windpipe

I choose powder

over romance

over future

over what should be a nice day out

© 2016 Wraith.

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Added on May 16, 2016
Last Updated on May 16, 2016

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Wraith.

warwickshire, United Kingdom

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“I have absolutely no pleasure in the stimulants in which I sometimes so madly indulge. It has not been in the pursuit of pleasure that I have periled life and reputation and reason. It has been.. more..