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Contributed by ediii on Friday, 5th January 2007 @ 10:29:43 PM in AEST
Topic: drugabuse

Big green eyes and angel hair.
C cup bras and skinny jeans.
Muscles toned, skin tone so fair.
Lips so full with age sixteen.

Four guys standing in a line
-she has the one she wants to choose.
All confident, bossy, rich and fine.
No limits. Fears. Doubts. Curfews.

Sleepless nights in fast mode spent.
Heartbeat speeds faster than time.
Tounge not stopping, mind is bent.
Hundred dollars in one line.

Taking break and detox time.
"I'm sorry mom, I'm sorry dad"
From now on drifting off, sublime.
Hidden deep all that is bad.

On outside curly angel hair,
on inside drug filled months rewind.
Careless. Fearless. Unawear.
Burning soul from chains unbind.

Still in hazy greenish cloud
living with days passing by.
Shining. Laughing. Tripping out.
Rules of higher stage apply.

LIfe so easy to enjoy
with sex, green, C cup bras and men.
I'm the player- death is the toy.
And I never want to lose again.

Copyright © ediii ... [ 2007-01-05 22:29:43]
(Date/Time posted on site)

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