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Princess III
All my old ways.
Haunt me again.
Cocaine, alcohol, and the silly mind games that I play to stay awake.
Just avoiding the parade as were shuffling closer to our grave.
Poems on the topic: cocaine
Poems on the topic “cocaine” on Poets.by.
Coping With the Pain
Cocaine and alcohol helping or hindering.
I don’t care I’m just coping with the pain.
Trying to pretend that I am sane like everybody else.
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Whatever happened to the invisible hunger in the sky?
One moment I’m scratching your initials under my desk;
the next I’m being stalked by a Turkish-speaking man named Tom.
Seven customs officers didn’t bother to read
when I passed them a slip declaring two kilos of cocaine
hidden in the vortex of my soul. This is not to brag,
just to prove that I exist.
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