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The Potsink
Contributed by
Beyfoxman5
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Wednesday, 1st April 2015 @ 06:47:21 PM in AEST
Topic:
drugabuse
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This thing had me since freshman year
I went hard on, and harder off the court
With each use, my end drew near
All these new beginnings I had to abort
From Fall River to BC
Then to Fresno and Denver
And even Bolognia Italy
I could not quit, never
It was never about the next level
Just this habit I couldn't kick
I always came unraveled
Every time I got sick
I found it everywhere
In bus and train stations
It's not that I did not care
What had me was temptation
So there I stood at the Potsink
And my family all at home
All I could do was think
That I was not alone
These dishes
They were me, and I was them
And our cleaner, all the sponges
The beginning of the end-amen
There is nothing in this Potsink
But suds and suds of soap
There is nothing in this Potsink
And it is full of hope
Copyright ©
Beyfoxman5
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2015-04-01 18:47:21]
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Re: The Potsink
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by Former_Member on
Thursday, 2nd April 2015 @ 11:16:34 PM AEST
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Very sad and the last stanza is somewhat ambiguous to me. Not a bad thing.
Liked this very much and thank you for posting.
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