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You are the rock that stones me
Makes my veins need you
The urge
Trying to purge you
Is impossible only because I am a addict
My rehabilitation is the same relaxation that fuels my condition
Addict I am
I’m addicted to the feeling of your healing
My rock. My caine
Sweet as sugar cane
Your my brown sugar. Without the flame..and spoon
You are my fortune
My fame
The keeper that has tamed
These insane pains
That once consumed my brain
And that’s why you will have my last name
Because you are my rock, you stone me cold

Jay G