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A sense of false security

Plastic wrap that

sticks is never

the same

Try as you will

to hold on

it’s never quite

rite

I tried to find what’s

inside

But she was there

I didn’t want

to look

For fear I mite

find true

love

A sense of false

security

I smoked one

    just to find

my mind once

more

Plastic Wrap

that clings

is never like

it was when

you brought it

home from the

Store

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