Needle Tracks

my dealer’s gone away

no more searching the streets

for a new hit

my needle blunted

gathers dust

and my addiction wanes

but there are times

where the craving gnaws

at my insides

where the itching

and scratching

for ethenyl

screams at my psyche

until I have that fix

my turntable spins

a lonely revolution

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