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. I need a Drug. A decongestant. To unblock good thoughts, so they flow through and wash away the flotsam and jetsam and bitter history, in the flat field. A decongestant. To relieve the suffocation, entrenched in nasal pollution denying access to fractured lungs and caustic breathing, in the flat field. A decongestant. To ease the flow of feeling, for it to cleanse and energise, to be free to share with fey and open hearts, in the flat field. © Pagan Paul (22/02/17)
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Feb 22, 2017
Feb 22, 2017 at 3:28 PM UTC
In The Flat Field
. I need a Drug. A decongestant. To unblock good thoughts, so they flow through and wash away the flotsam and jetsam and bitter history, in the flat field. A decongestant. To relieve the suffocation, entrenched in nasal pollution denying access to fractured lungs and caustic breathing, in the flat field. A decongestant. To ease the flow of feeling, for it to cleanse and energise, to be free to share with fey and open hearts, in the flat field. © Pagan Paul (22/02/17)
. The Flat Field = reality/normality. PPx
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Feb 22, 2017
Feb 22, 2017 at 3:28 PM UTC
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