Gold And Heroine
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Last published Thu, Feb 11, 2016
Beneath the layer of chemicals in the atmosphere, under the pollution of New York City, beyond the heists and abuse, far past the overdoses and the intoxication, in between the dark alleys of burnouts, lie Andrea, a lonely wanderer with a adventurous soul and a mind of gold, With an ambition sharp enough to cut the crisp smoke in her lungs.
And below underground the busy streets of prostitution, drugs, and alcohol, lives Harry, a man of his wisdom, a favor to heroine, and a taste of music that sinks to the soul.
Together they are gold and heroine forever untouched.
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