I found this piece I wrote in script, 1996
(black cover diary)...
cocaine
sweeping the powder
with the tip of the fingernail
composing your lines
and nothing can bring
you back
bend the neck down
let a shoulder drop
turn your head to one side
meet your creation
the tide comes in
washes you away
fade gently into the horizon
behind a cloud
the undertow
your world has
consumed you
-Katya
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