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  • Pusher Man

    I see youTossing and turningAlthough you're not tiredEyes wateringMouth achingNose runningCramps in your stomachIt's 4:30AMAnd all you want to knowIs where the goddamn pusher's at?

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The bird that would soar above the level plain of tradition and prejudice must have strong wings. It is a sad spectacle to see the weaklings bruised, exhausted, fluttering back to earth.
— Kate Chopin, The Awakening