My Cocaine Poem by Dagmara Anna AuraDagimar

What are you doing?
What are you doing?

And what does it concern you?
What does it concern you?
I`m burning the joint, because
it doesn't harm me at all,

and straight out very much it`s helping.
When I`am high, I`am in heaven, cause
I have the departure to the max.
Of my mind car crash and collision,
association, pasturage
on the good grass, because I great
am playing and so I have departures,
serves and emergency dashes.
You don't do the lark from it.
Ej! Don't do the lark from it.


What are you doing?
What are you doing?

And you what have to it? you aren't my friend!
you aren't my mate! Alone I am
master of the fate!
When I am having..coke,
it completely not joke,
excessively relax, completely unconnected,
I am leaving the even body, it works!
Are you with it? it is working! Nobody must love me,
even my family, because most
important for me, hour with the cocaine...


What are you doing?
What are you doing?


Better than the girl... it is my cocaine...
sorry Bro - I am already not answering you...
I am dying...
Cocaine...cocaine... you used me too...

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It depends from you which road
you will choose.
I hope that you aren't taking,
because your life you can lose.