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Hello, My Slave

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A poem hangs on a door inside Octagon House, Ann Arbor's hard drug rehabilitation center. It is titled "Take Me In Your Arms Miss Heroin" and reads, in part: "So now, little man, you've grown tired of grass, LSD, cocaine and hash. And someone pretending to be a true friend, Said Til introduce you to Miss Heroin.' Well honey, before you start fooling with me, Just let me inform you of how it will be. For I will seduce you and make you my slave, I've sent stronger men to their grave . . . The yomit, the cramps, you'll get tied in a knot, The jangling nerves screaming for jvást one more shot. The hot chills, the cold sweat, the withdrawal pains, Can only be saved by my little white grains . . . And when you return (just as I foretold), I know you will give me your body and soul. You'll give me your moráis, your conscience, your heart, And you will be mine until death do us part."