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In this pleasant, drunken haze, My senses have sharpened, I can smell the sandalwood, And the falling cherry blossoms. I can hear the water falling, Under the passage of time, Too majestic to care or feel, About the rot in my mind. I can see the birds are here, Sparrows, cranes and swallowtails, They are here, like me as well, To enjoy this beautiful spectacle. My wine is almost over, So I begin to meditate, Over which path I will walk, One leads to self-destruction, The other leads in the dark.
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Jan 1, 2018
Jan 1, 2018 at 3:07 PM UTC
Path of Drunken Haze
In this pleasant, drunken haze, My senses have sharpened, I can smell the sandalwood, And the falling cherry blossoms. I can hear the water falling, Under the passage of time, Too majestic to care or feel, About the rot in my mind. I can see the birds are here, Sparrows, cranes and swallowtails, They are here, like me as well, To enjoy this beautiful spectacle. My wine is almost over, So I begin to meditate, Over which path I will walk, One leads to self-destruction, The other leads in the dark.
#drunk#badchoices#nature
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Shaddox
33/M/Romania
Jan 1, 2018
Jan 1, 2018 at 3:07 PM UTC
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