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Occupation Of My Brain
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Stoop City This is not a poem.
These are not lyrics.
This is occupation of my brain.
Something to numb this pain.
Something to calm my central nervous system.
Something to focus on besides this hunger.
This craving.
This addiction.
But this doesn't work.
The Ibuprofen doesn't work.
What does work, is a healthy dose of that smile.
But it's harder to get than the smack is.
