It's Love

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Pulling the strings of my need
To make me crave what I like to eat
Turning taste into freebase
Morphing pleasure into gaunt chase
Addicting me to what I want
Burning desire into a frantic taunt
Tugging the lines that make me mind
I’m yours until the end of time
To do with as you will, I want
As for me I can only haunt

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