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A form of ecstasy that leaves me anorexic

A fool in love is what I‟ve come to be

Momma did say I should‟ve never left for the sea

Black walls and broken bones

A fool in drugs I came to be

I knew your buttons and how to switch programs

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But you were a 21 century type of anagram
You knew my weakness

You knew my brain

You knew my every Calaway

Your smoked breath that cooks my spine

A morphine tube that called me dime

My rags disgusted you

And I know you only come second to none

For the hate you give is lethargic

Exposing its thirst in the deep of the light

So, like a fool in love I became rough

An uncut art with no form…Gevaar

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