ROBBED

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5AM In her one bedroom flat

above Kilburn High Street &

high on crack, lonely she craves

friendship but she looks in the

wrong place, she'll never find

it in another junkies face. But

still she pays for ech pocket pal

mate. Keeping them high as

they pretend to be her friend.

Short lived acquaintance a

conversation they'll lend.

There they remain until drugs

and money run out finding

herself alone again without a

doubt... A drug induced slumber

they both share when she hears

the phone ring awakening her

dream. Its a customer wanting

so she proceeds to the door,

Only to find she'll end up

smashed to the floor. Not

having correct order, angered

much are they. So they decide

to rob her shes such easy prey