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Jun 2016
God has taken the taste
yet addiction,
I still chase.

My last few dollars,
I willingly give to waste.

I call it my crave case
when it hits,
it like landing on first base.

Its not home,
I'm not safe
I'm out when I meet him face to face.
Written by
ZL  F/Earth
(F/Earth)   
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