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My Mary Jane
Contributed by
chibimiroku
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Wednesday, 12th October 2005 @ 03:56:38 PM in AEST
Topic:
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Everyone's got that drug addiction
Though it's differnt person to person
We all have a similar affliction
Some hunger for material thigns
Those bought and sold, bartered, bargained;
Things like cars and diamond rings.
Others thirst for that which is felt;
No matter how they deny it, it's true
In the presence of friendship and company, they melt.
I think my problem is of the latter;
I enjoy cavorting and carousing too much, I fear,
Thoguh I'd rather keep my friends off the silver platter.
Sometimes I wish I could be free
That I don't need what I do;
That solitude wasn't such agony.
I've thought it over, thought it through and through
And I think its summed up best in a few simple words;
Of all the things that I need most, what I need most...is you.
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chibimiroku
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2005-10-12 15:56:38]
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Re: My Mary Jane
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by Eternal_Dreamer on
Tuesday, 8th November 2005 @ 11:08:36 PM AEST
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So I see, you do have a weakness. Sweet Mary Jane. Bless her dearly for she holds the heart of a very talented poet in her hands.
Well done my friend.
*hugs*
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Re: My Mary Jane
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by Anthony on
Friday, 19th May 2006 @ 02:26:55 AM AEST
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this poem is tight but i dont understand the chemical part mary isnt a chem.
or were you refering to somthing worse and mary helping you through cause i could relate but while putting myself into detox from other chemicals i had such a tolerance i had to sadly take a break from the blunt and search for my mind starting again with less of a tolerance and more of a quest to relocate the forgotten. until probation know is the wierdest learning experience of my life.
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