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What gift is this? I see colours flashing With heavy eyelids closed And burning smoky aromatic herbs Fill my nostrils Life suddenly richer, More vibrant - Oh but the light! - The fabulous, dazzling headaches The spinning, pinning pain The swinging, swingeing mood Now the transient slideshow Almost romantic dances Of a neighbourhood's pitying glances Whether to hug or spit venom? There's a snake in my head. And my family's faces... Iron resolve Crumbled by rusting tears. The suspense is killing us. This delay is like comedy. The hiatus of having A foot in each world.
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Apr 5, 2015
Apr 5, 2015 at 10:29 PM UTC
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What gift is this? I see colours flashing With heavy eyelids closed And burning smoky aromatic herbs Fill my nostrils Life suddenly richer, More vibrant - Oh but the light! - The fabulous, dazzling headaches The spinning, pinning pain The swinging, swingeing mood Now the transient slideshow Almost romantic dances Of a neighbourhood's pitying glances Whether to hug or spit venom? There's a snake in my head. And my family's faces... Iron resolve Crumbled by rusting tears. The suspense is killing us. This delay is like comedy. The hiatus of having A foot in each world.
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Apr 5, 2015
Apr 5, 2015 at 10:29 PM UTC
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