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A 10 line poem about my boyfriends addiction. Written for A Little Bit Of Poetry Contest. |
| He walks through these crowded corridors, with a strut to his stride, a stomp within each step. You see the angered look upon him, so early in the morning. But once the face pasts 3 o'clock, he gets his mighty fix. 3 dollars to 5, spent on the prize, the mighty caffeine hit. |