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‘Shaking Hands with Opium’

Dear Editor:

“Shaking Hands with Opium”

Raised by a nightmare, I stood in a dream

I visually glare at the faces unseen

I’m swallowing in, and losing my breath

Addiction places me in a dance with death

Entranced by the judgement of your own conviction

I’m asking you now, will you be my restriction

Facing the demons of personal affliction

Mallery J. Jackson

East Liverpool

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