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Crack Rocks

You see, poetry is like a line of cocaine; white, pure, mind boggling, addicting. Every line that touches your lips, embraces your ears, they turn red and you inhale every rhyme like a lyrical breath of fresh air....... And then, you can't stop. 
Eyes start to water, heartbeats are racing, fingertips numb and so do your tastebuds so you wish for something stronger, yearn for a harder punch.... I guess that's why they call it SLAM.
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