Annie (emoannie420) wrote,

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An Opium Account

The opium girl walks to the beat of her own drum.

Rises to the dawn of her own sun.

Sings out longing for only one.

Looks for a place to come undone.

Reachs for a piece of anyone.

Laments for a dream that will never come.

Mean and Unclean, her life has become.

I posted a few new journals at once because I never have time to get on the internet any where, and I don't have it at home yet.
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