Poem -
Spun
I'm awake with the sobering sound
Of all that I've done.
And what I'm without.
The need for a fix is painfully clear
I can feel it coming
Though it's already here.
Of all my intentions...
This wasn't one
Its a side effect baby
Of a web that I've spun.
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