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Drugs for a Tortured Mind
by Sam Silva
I wandered the streets...a whore for love
...my poems, a pastime for the ladies
and wrote my lonely heart at night.
The dogs, the cats, the rats with rabies
encircled me and drank my love
and ate my money with a knife
and buried bones and words I shared
and sent me to another life
...a pigeon in the morning light
of New York 's central square.
Drugs for a Tortured Mind
by Sam Silva
I wandered the streets...a whore for love
...my poems, a pastime for the ladies
and wrote my lonely heart at night.
The dogs, the cats, the rats with rabies
encircled me and drank my love
and ate my money with a knife
and buried bones and words I shared
and sent me to another life
...a pigeon in the morning light
of New York 's central square.
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