I had dreams
created by factious promises
of citizenship
---first class.
I had more dreams
Renewed by faith
---Preached on Sunday
Promised by a blue eyed savior
---Who didn't save himself.
My dreams fade
Beat dry by the sun
---Rising daily
And no rain.
My dreams fade
---From tears salting the breathing
Residue
Dead
---But not renewed.
Inside the Methadone Clinic. Addiction to heroin, methadone, and other opiates. Destruction. The primal addiction" of the child, power and control over your own life, the institutions and the characters, the love between a mother and son. This book i
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