No other body can stroke,



Make him feign like I’m dope.

He snorts like a line,

Constantly replaying the time,

When we were fine,

& That pole I would shine,.

Whine and mope,

Ice and rope,

See on my dope,

He began to choke,

He could no longer smoke.

& The quicker he came,

His feelings he couldn’t tame ,

So me, he continued to blame,

Knowing my heart beat the same ,

& How cold I became.

With the distance which began to grow,

He was so fucking afraid to let the people know,

He was so heavily in love.

So high beyond the drugs,

But it was the weight of his ego,

Luggage he refused to get rid of .

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