MY DRUG
It's kind of sick
how sick I get when you're not around
or how much better I feel
after just a taste of you.
It's sort of sad
how shaky
quaky bone-achey bad
I am in your absence.
I'm insatiably addicted, and wish --
I wish that there was a cure
or an unlimited source of you
or at least that you were legal.
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