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My Fix

by Bobo 

Posted: 12 November 2003
Word Count: 43


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Dependency cannot be
truly etched,
or understood,
until denial thus renders it.
Form, texture, hue -
unknown to the addict's eye.
It is only without delectation
that insight is ours -
and then the hours,
akin to years,
stretch forward
while we contemplate.






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Fearless at 17:10 on 19 November 2003  Report this post
BoBo

This poem minded me to ask myself a question - if dependency is forgiven, ignored or perhaps embraced - just what could it become?

Fearless


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