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“Addiction” Raise up the shining red, glistening. Capture its flavor, intensity. Smoothly pouring forth; calling. Promising ecstasy, joyousness. Down, down, all the way down. Feel the warmth, soothing. Eyesight dimming, all thought gone. Please give me more. Now I must sleep, involuntarily. Cannot remember, habitually. Where are you now? Stupified. Will it linger? Help me. Raise up the Shining red; glistening. You are with me now. S A Gibbins 1-20-90
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