old-fashioned habits
dying a slow death
I miss the drugs
and the strippers too
now the drugs
are medicinal
and the dancers
preserved but still old
and we all look back
on our imagined 'good old days'
feel the worm churning
inside ourselves
mourning who's no longer with us on earth
and mourning the little time left to us here....
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