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Jul 2018
My fix can’t be craved
My hunger is never waived
I’m so enslaved
By noon here comes my hookup
Time to shoot up
Thick, long hair, little waist
Makeup all on her face
She is as hollow as a dead tree
Only skill is to be on a knee
But the drug is leaving me
My hand shakes
Sweat lakes
Stomach aches
Until the clock strikes seven
Now I’m in heaven
Oxy, lean, xan , hurry Kevin
I need to feel no pain
Clear the clouds in my brain
Put life in my veins
It’s only temporary
Then I go get merry
Head to my library
Inside green papers only
That way I’m never lonely
Because Benjamin is my *****
My day comes to end
I’m full on my sin
Well until the sun comes again
Miguel Carmona III
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Miguel Carmona III  28/M/Atlanta
(28/M/Atlanta)   
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