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One: Mistress
I miss the touching way
She use to spoon my sickly body
Trying to give life to a lost soul
Her sweet poison from her bosoms
Gives birth to my sanity

Two: Horns
I use to have a nice set of horns.
Since I quit drinking and drugging...
I cannot remember where they are.

Three: Boom-Pop
The detox soul is some sanity
I have sensed in a very long time.
A good taste and sense I have missed.
I have sought and now in a popping boom
I have again.

Four: Greed
I want me to love the person
I have grown and worked into being
Because I am able only to be me.

Five: Long Road
See I was working on a road
To somewhere, but when I found out
Where it was going...
I was thinking: "Hell! Nope done this rerun too often!"