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my drug


Ever felt a feeling so good That when you do it your mind collides your body heart and soul all in one The uncontrollable feeling of intensity As your tongue expresses tranquility while reflexing vulnerability The anxious feeling of completion While the pen scribbles down my thoughts An undeniable feeling of ecstasy takes over my scull As if my poetry was the drug An my mind was the thug Selling my thoughts to anyone in need Of a flight to cloud 9 As you concentrate on trying not to blow Your high My Poetry is an addiction that got you Feigning for more Continue buy my drug They gone have no choice but to make it Legal in the store!
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