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I've been sedated and sold bought by gypsy ways my inhibitions have been stolen by mundane sober days I've been troubled and wandering trying to find a place to lay but the sleeping don't bring rest so I found a place to play shisha smoke fills my mouth MDMA rolls hard in the back of my eyes and there's no feeling lonely no hours to own me no imperfections to hold me in knowing no place as home in my eyes child fires bright with delight and hunger for more my memory written down quickly in thin white asp bite lines crimes of the right mind the creative souls borderlines sweat rolls over my body my arms find the sky I can't see the ugliness spying through childs eyes with my hands razor blade shakes my poetry's written one line at a time and there's no feeling helpless no reminders of distress wandering free and careless in knowing no place as home in my eyes child fires bright with delight and hunger for more I hear music even in the hush MDMA lusch, I crave life with a violent crush with two wide lines and the life of one white pill my life is filled with more beauty than I can stand until I can't even stand
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Apr 26, 2012
Apr 26, 2012 at 4:36 PM UTC
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I've been sedated and sold bought by gypsy ways my inhibitions have been stolen by mundane sober days I've been troubled and wandering trying to find a place to lay but the sleeping don't bring rest so I found a place to play shisha smoke fills my mouth MDMA rolls hard in the back of my eyes and there's no feeling lonely no hours to own me no imperfections to hold me in knowing no place as home in my eyes child fires bright with delight and hunger for more my memory written down quickly in thin white asp bite lines crimes of the right mind the creative souls borderlines sweat rolls over my body my arms find the sky I can't see the ugliness spying through childs eyes with my hands razor blade shakes my poetry's written one line at a time and there's no feeling helpless no reminders of distress wandering free and careless in knowing no place as home in my eyes child fires bright with delight and hunger for more I hear music even in the hush MDMA lusch, I crave life with a violent crush with two wide lines and the life of one white pill my life is filled with more beauty than I can stand until I can't even stand
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brandon-barnett
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Apr 26, 2012
Apr 26, 2012 at 4:36 PM UTC
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