Monday, June 12, 2017

Me Meth, Me Heroin, Me Cookaine Comments

Rating: 4.8

Me sweat pour over face, where are you?
Me fur stand and chills like needles on spine when you near.
Me eyes wild and blind, can only see you, but where are you?
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J. Allen Hewitt
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Jazib Kamalvi 14 June 2017

An impressive start with pains of addiction. Thanks

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Chinedu Dike 12 June 2017

The additive agony of hard drugs is aptly captured in the piece. A well drafted poem. Thanks for sharing Allen.

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