The foul odor of neglect
permeates the space where
scattered bodies lie sedated
in idle ecstasy, enjoying
their personal paradise
by way of a ticket obtained by sin.

Bliss etches its telltale footprints
into faces that open way into a
new spectrum of experiences.

Cheated their way to heaven,
some would say, as they weakly grip
the pipe whose clutch they do not
wish to escape, surrendering to
the power of indulgence.

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