these
people taking all these
drugs.
wandering
like shadows
on the city
streets.
sticking needles into their arms,
snorting,
smoking, swallowing
the pills,
ingesting the weed,
the meth
and crack
that come across
the border
or are home grown?
what madness are they
trying
to escape
or enter, making darkness
their final stop,
alone.
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