January 30, 2009
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Why art thou so addicting in my mind?
When I weep my eyes find a way to you;
Walk as I stare through a venetian blind:
Losing my head and then out of the blue,

Your skin soft as a peach collides with mine;
You are in my fantasies, hopes, and dreams:
We are together always in cloud nine,
Regressing and thinking of our teen schemes;

Nowadays you have been mine for some time,
But my feelings have still remained the same;
Just like the wind that blows through an old chime,
And the sight of you in my picture frame:

For now this shall be a victimless crime,
Of an addict with little breathing time.

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