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Dec 2013
Always comes back to
Liking too much, like
Every other addiction, obsession
Xtreme in one way or the next.
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Sweetly indulging, fumigating my breast.

**** the taste, so disgusting
Oh but how I Krave.
Never can I cease to increase
Gradual deprivation of the soul through elevation.

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Possibly the worst, hard to quit
Opening the doors at first
Positively revolting though
Piece by piece, Tip then pack
Every bit helps but
Rarely do they last long.
So many, can't count. Can't stop. Pop.

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King without a crown,
I partake away from home.
Nothing but spiraling down,
Getting tired of the throne.
Jordan Resendes
Written by
Jordan Resendes  Back n Forth, Ont. Canada
(Back n Forth, Ont. Canada)   
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