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Poetry: My Path

My Path by Dan Grote Am I easier to stomach now, a sloppy drunk with a neat drink? A generic face with a designer drug, hoping to find a hypodermic in a haystack? Every sunset, an irradiated orange, every morning a whore with open arms. How much really changes in twelve uneasy steps? (My strides […]