"Cracked"
The cloud of crack smoke layers
thick and sweet enough to decay
the strongest man into a yawning hole.
You are a zombie chasing a ghost;
sucking on glass chimneys, smoking out
your soul from its once fleshy home.
The man in the mirror is a mirage
and your loved ones are coin machines;
insert a few false promises, and your fix will flow.
-R.Gibson
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