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On addiction.

She was right.
I could hardly sleep at night
For every waking moment
I was distracted by the beats.

Scrolling through history
Passing each Kodak moment
I had purposefully silenced my own
The grid was feeding my veins.

An addict at best,
I saw the ticker go down
A minor twitch
Branded jeans.

I landed.
The writing finished.
The grid connected.
My addiction blinded me once more.
Note: Going through my phone and posting the pieces I wrote over this summer, posting a lot today given my prior frequency haha.

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