The Lonelies
by Richie Shiers Jr
loneliness;
“the lonelies”, creepy into your veins
they creep, escape, and repeat: relapse
being so far in your veins; you’d expect a rush
nothing, you expect comfort,
never,
don’t expect a thing when you’re alone
just use the time to further overdose
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