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Poems
Your New Drug
You call this love?
What are you thinking?
I've had quite enough
Of your pretty little lies.
Have I become
The new liquor you're drinking?
Am I your new drug
In a lover's disguise?
When you feel down,
It's me that you turn to.
You know I'm always around
Whenever you call.
But with time, I have found,
When you have better things to do,
The truth rings out loud:
You don't want me at all!
I'm your cocaine,
I provide you security,
LSD, Maryjane,
I'm here for your high.
My job's to ease your pain,
And whenever you're through with me,
You throw me away,
And never even say, "Goodbye."
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