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It has the taste of yearning; caked with solid need.
It touches every body, control always its feed.
You see it in the eyes of who, its already taken slave.
Don't ever be to pompous, continually behave.
For if you turn your back on in it, the consequences vary.
From stupidity to callowness, the effects are always scary.
The Addiction is a curse, renewal without doubt,
Your mind now a puddle of decay, intelligence in drought. . .
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