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Limp fingers pose in faux lethargy
Waiting to be disturbed by some
Unknown force
Sitting across the smoke-filled table
Infinity passes between her fingers
Interlocked with messages from beyond
And dirt cakes her nails
Reminding her who she truly is
She stops to watch the earth rotate on its axis
A forced reaction feigned as a necessary response
Sitting back in repose she wonders on her life
Sips back her beer as she takes another drag
Irony is filing its nails and leaving the remnants on her skin
Cracked and aging, tainted with pain
She chokes silently, disgusted by her regression
But even so she continues
Falling deeper into
Her addiction