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Dear Mrs. Crystal

You're the supplierTo my crystal Meth,
You catch me on fire and take away my breath.. I can't escape not even for a sec,
I need my meth or else I become a wreck.
It's like you knew i can't be constricted
Because when I'm with you im already addicted....My blood pumps harder as I walk through your door my thoughts get smaller
When I see what I adore. For those crystal eyes my heart starts throbbing For those crystal lips My heart found its true calling. those sensational lips Keep me coming back for more, With that solid grip I can't escape out that door. Your kiss is my addiction
The drug I fell for... I'm in your constriction
Till you say ' no more '.

by Della Maynard

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