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Poetry

E

the vowel slides tempestuously
across a surface of smoked glass
a dusty trail of powdered debris cleaned
by pushing taut fingers
while slight fingers scrabble to pick it up

chemically engineered ecstasy
found in a seedy front room
only five quid a pill
for a few hours happiness
but what’s the real cost?

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