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Addiction

You’re messing with my heart
You’re messing with my head
You made me think it’s love
It was simply lust instead

A knock upon my door
A whisper in your ear
A fold above the blankets
The world becomes less clear

Your memories like fire
Your touch and skin like ice
I have no other option
I’m forced just to suffice

It’s becoming an addiction
There’s no sense of control
I’m dependent on your presence
When I’m with you, I’m whole.

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