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Jun 2015
Your love is like ******
A sweet needle shooting euphoria
Through my veins
Giving me the epitome of happiness
You are my addiction

Your big, blue-gray eyes are *****
Melting me away with pleasure
Your golden hair the poppies
In which I rest and find peace
Your love is more addictive than ******

But when I lost you
Nothing was worth the pain
The pain, the emptiness
I nearly died
But I made it out; I got clean of you

The other day, I heard from you
You wanted me back
But I was addicted to you once
And Iā€™m never going back there
Your love is too addictive, and the withdrawals too painful
ShitHead
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   Simon Woodstock
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