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What
I reap on the streets is ripe and cheap
No matter the hole, I dig in deep and deep
Spinning hearts and brains to beat
Shuffle the joker, turn the meat
Laboratories
revealing half the story
Black and white, nothing to worry
Tried and true recipe
Measured to perfect consistency
Prefer
a hippie, a visionary
White coats are too ordinary
Change up the mix
Break down the fix
Fraying
at the end
Hanging out to pretend
Turn on the corner
Light up the mourner
Cords
around circuits coming loose
Hard-wired, looking for juice
Pull the plug, remove the noose
Poison
to tame so many twisted vices
Packed vials and secure devices
An antidote or remedy
Immune to all that is me
Jumping
rope with my veins
Jerking all over, stamping a stain
Smiles turned inside out
Stitches ripped to leave a pout
Speechless
except for a dribble
Waiting for another nibble
What is recommended daily
Will only end up failing me
Copyright
© Andrea Suroiu
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