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Read Poem: Ativan, by David Antrobus

I might well add lorazepam to this list. Please. Let me slip, then sleep. Decades of congregants arm-linked with benzos, all gleaming like cumulative dreams. I wanna hiss and creep assembled purple, yet they’re reds and blues and most refuse … Continue reading

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