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crowd strike

crowd strike

Jim left in a huff
Mascara smeared
Across April’s breasts

A ritual
Deemed necessary
By his hazel eyes
And gentle needle

I sat in the bed
Observing the
Heroin turn her
Into a ragdoll

Smiling as he
Faced me in
Anticipation

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