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BRAINWASH.

BRAINWASH.

A Poem by Terry Collett


AN OLD AGENT TRIES TO TELL A JUNKY THE TRUTH OF THINGS.
HER WITH NO FIX BUT AN ICE CREAM.

HER WITH NO FIX BUT AN ICE CREAM.

A Poem by Terry Collett


A GIRL JUNKY AND HER BOYFRIEND MEETING IN LONDON IN 1967.
Theft

Theft

A Poem by NeilSHowe


Overhead, A head barring teeth, And wide eyes, Arms reaching, Clawing at self, And enemies. Some within. Some without. Faces or souls, Wretc..