8milli – a poem


A bitter concoction, like rotten vodka,

The stingless syrup of buttercups

Has too much colour to help, wishful

Thinking entangles the unpained mind,

Those 8 milligrams can be so kind…

Yet those 8 are oft but kindling…

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