Once It Was Recreational
By Clyde A. Wray
Its grip
is tight like a vice
fierce,
rigid and unmovable
powerful
without piety
caught by surprise
you surrender to it
sneak in the next breath
hear your mind scream
breathe
breathe
love snuck up on you
now it’s a addiction
a want
a every need!
Clyde A.Wray
May 26, 2009
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