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Addiction


You are my new addiction,
You are full of fiction.
You cheer me up when I am sad,
You teach me life is not that bad.

You take me into a new world,
Of which I have no permanent hold.
You keep me focused across pages,
And travel with me for ages.

You soothe me like a magic wand,
Sitting graciously in my hand.
You are the cure for my feelings of dearth,
Some people just don't realize your worth.

You are any man's best friend,
The craze for you has no end.
You stand elegantly in my shelf,
One look at you, I lose myself.

You may appear in any virtual form,
Being paperless is not your norm.
Old or new, white or yellow,
You always rest under my pillow.

I love you like my teddy bear,
Of which you are so unaware.
I may lend you or bend you,
In the end, I always find you.

You are the master of the game we play,
Often I wonder, having nothing to say.
With you, I have a strong chemistry,
You win me over but how, is still a mystery.

You are the work of an inherent passion,
Of God's own creation.
You are born just like a baby,
And drives everyone crazy.

Words are flowing like a river,
Which makes me think I am clever.
While you reach the height of fame,
My addiction is for you to blame.



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