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Monday, September 14, 2009

Addiction

This one is a 'morning after' poem...rather than pill. A particularly good night I might say...grade 11, age 17

An addiction
Like no other
You give me that drug
Night after night
Time after time
You feed into
My sweet addiction
I can't give you enough
Over and over
Day after day
We give in
To our unspoken addiction

1 comment:

  1. Got to tell you, there's a song in there somewhere. I'm working on the music right now. When it's done, I'll shoot it over for you to match the lyrics to.

    BTW, I like it :)

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Art may be dead, but I'm still an artist.

Art may be dead, but I'm still an artist.