I know that what we do is a temporary fix
the problem is still looming.
But all our temporary highs---short lived escapades---fleeting orgasms and now,
the clearing smoke ceases to fulfill our
dying compulisions.
Brainless,
Gutless and Heartless we trek forward.
Guilt and shame have been severed with a dull blade.
Painlessly, we trek forward.
Each sunrise exposes the weariness our eyes----
the cover of nightfall makes us invisible
and anonymous.
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