This was a poem about Heroin and it was printed somewhere but I can not remember who had run it. It went something like this: So now little man you've grown tired of grass, lsd, maryjane, goofballs and hash. Someone pretending to be a good friend said I'll intruduce you to Miss Heroin. Well before little man you start messing with me let me inform you of how it will be. Something about I will enter your viens and we'll be such good friends and then went on to say I will take everything you have and you will lose everything. One of the last sentences was like we will be together until death do us part.
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