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Mike Ross - Dark Powder
when the clouds beat the sunshine
it's a gentle decline
I didn't know who had the problem
but it turns out that it's mine
my proclivities they are legion
and so varied in their ways
and they are the means to keep reminding me
that centre on my shame
my temper's caught up in a ring fence
The hell with being dry
feels like life is an asylum
except for cocaine, coffee and wine
and ceaselessly the optimist
but never to begin
to seek the truthful reasoning
that might just let me back in.
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