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Jun 2011
The drug of my choice has your smell,
as it fades I move closer to hell.
I am warned you bring destruction,
but you are my angel of seduction.
Worries and burdens are borne wings
when you visit my soul bearing sensual things.
Chaos finds meaning, balance and peace,
when I indulge in your gaze blue as the seas.
Written by
dawid
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