Ex-Crackhead, Crackhead


Last night,
an ex-Crackhead saved my life
Stories told as tales
brought out the Fairy in me
But, I didn’t have to save
what was never my business
With bended ears
we both heard
With stunned lips
we both shared
Yet, the ex-Crackhead passed judgment
when it wasn’t warranted
The ex-Crackhead saw what could
have been
and the smoke began to clear
Recovery is just a word
I was the crack
who couldn’t shake the head

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