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I met god, and she is a mushroom She played the piano in my chest Her giant Hammers hit my heartstrings And never once did she let me rest She played her frantic, tragic, magic, song until I told her I was ready to die I saw fireworks as she finished playing I saw my shadow and started to cry I curled up like I was before all this started That's when she hit me with the love I died that day and I didn't mind Because It's done more than enough I met god, and she is a mushroom Or maybe it's just me that I met Does that mean that I’m god but I'm so terribly flawed Well that is the best joke yet
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Dec 29, 2018
Dec 29, 2018 at 5:03 PM UTC
I met god and she is a Mushroom
I met god, and she is a mushroom She played the piano in my chest Her giant Hammers hit my heartstrings And never once did she let me rest She played her frantic, tragic, magic, song until I told her I was ready to die I saw fireworks as she finished playing I saw my shadow and started to cry I curled up like I was before all this started That's when she hit me with the love I died that day and I didn't mind Because It's done more than enough I met god, and she is a mushroom Or maybe it's just me that I met Does that mean that I’m god but I'm so terribly flawed Well that is the best joke yet
Based on a true story
Aryeh
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Dec 29, 2018
Dec 29, 2018 at 5:03 PM UTC
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