Cheap and dirty
much like the
nondescript
smudgy brown
sludge, oozing
welcome warmth
From a wheezing
machine
Under the dank stairs
On a lonely platform
I fish out some old coins
caught amongst the life-lint
tucked beneath my
left coat pocket
One for sorrow
More for pain
In return for a
thimbleful of
Temporary (in)sanity
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