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Leech

Astray the menus.
Recalling the sick appetites.
Bury the bike,
You never forget how you ride.
Taking from yourself, to away.
Submit speeds will break you.
Far from home you're crippled.
Weak, you can't stop the ride.
Addicted, power given by your life.
Accepted, emptiness in your mind.
More holes, you feed. - AtR
Written by EliCid (Emilio)
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