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Poetry: Drug addiction

by christopher beard

summer snowstorm blinding me

my eyes have turned to grey

no one stands a chance of finding me

but my feet still know the way

ive bled for you, ive died for me

my lips have nothign left to say

ive wandered through an endless storm

and blown all my thoughts away

ive tasted snow as bitter as my love

but its all sweet today

so take your time and follow me

my feet still know the way

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