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Night-time brings devilment. Snow and ice cover everything With a decadent sense of amour. He sings falsetto in a dark alley Plays moonbeams on his saz. He has never been here before Searching oceans for lost maps. Mists of folklore, in an afterlife, Begin to give him a bit of a kick Break brick on his sanitised spoon. A salted shilling stares back at him With love hearts, chalky, and concise.
It’s for the kicks and highs and for the want of being anywhere but here. Sad and difficult.
You are right, Terveen, a temporary escape. Drug, as well as any addiction, brings heartbreak. Underneath there are human beings trying to cope with difficult circumstances. Thank you for your thoughts.