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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required A Marriage Creed So now my little Man, you've gotten tired of grass" LSD, goof balls, hash" and pills. Someone pretending to be your friend - decided to introduce you to me, Miss Heorine. Well honey, before you start fooling around with me, just let me inform you of how it's going to be. I will seduce you and make you my slave, I have send men much bigger than you to their graves. You think that you can never become a disgrace and end up like poppy seed waste. You will start inhaling me one afternoon. You will take me into your arms very soon and once I have entered deep down in your veins - the craving for me, will drive almost insane. You will need lots of money ( as you have been told ) for darling - I am much more expensive than gold. You will swindle your mother and just for a buck, you will turn into something vice and corrupt. You will rob and steal for my narcotic charm and feel contentment when I am in your arm. The day you realize the monster you have become - you will sollemly promise to leave me alone. If you think that you have that mystical knack - than darling just try getting me of your back. The vomit, the cramps, your gut tied up in a knot, the jangling screaming for just one more shot. The chills and cold sweat, the withdrawls pains can only be cured by my little white grains. There is no other way and there is no need to look, for deep down inside you'll know that you're HOOKED. You will despertely run to the pusher and then you will welcome me back to your arm once again and when you return ( just as I foretold ) I'll know that you'll give me your body and soul. You'll give up your morals, your consceience, your heart and you'll be mine untill DEATH do us part... )2/26/2014 Written by Lucilla M. Carrillo Note: This will be the last poem that I'll write on this. I don't want to bore you. I just feel that more people need to know about this problem...
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