the fruition of paranoia

The Fruition of Paranoia

Imagine my
surprise when
on the
advice of
a friend
who’s being
treated for
I sliced
open my
ballpoint with
a razor
& found
a mini

Less than
a minute
later they
kicked in
my door.

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