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Fly–Floating away Toes gripping the earth “Not today.”—and I sway Rush 2 grab what little I have                                                                                               Are you mad? 3 to 1 And the bottle’s gone Fictitious lawn Fumbling home Stare deeply—oh dead-eyed drone Screams turn to whispers My mental blisters—take haste and heal Inevitable scars? And still I a–peel Shoot up                                                                                             Good morning. Blinded by salty I’s Higher eye rise                                                                                        You must be mad. Surprise! Skies contaminated by cries Ensuring an anticipatory demise No way to sur–                                                                                  prise! Heart drops Incohesive thoughts Towards regrets Plunging until the earth is met Shoot up—Grounded                                                                                                 Not for long. And I sway
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Mar 3, 2019
Mar 3, 2019 at 9:14 PM UTC
Unhealthy Necessities
Fly–Floating away Toes gripping the earth “Not today.”—and I sway Rush 2 grab what little I have                                                                                               Are you mad? 3 to 1 And the bottle’s gone Fictitious lawn Fumbling home Stare deeply—oh dead-eyed drone Screams turn to whispers My mental blisters—take haste and heal Inevitable scars? And still I a–peel Shoot up                                                                                             Good morning. Blinded by salty I’s Higher eye rise                                                                                        You must be mad. Surprise! Skies contaminated by cries Ensuring an anticipatory demise No way to sur–                                                                                  prise! Heart drops Incohesive thoughts Towards regrets Plunging until the earth is met Shoot up—Grounded                                                                                                 Not for long. And I sway
#drugs#unhealthy#grounded#loss#control
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R_Reed
Canada
Mar 3, 2019
Mar 3, 2019 at 9:14 PM UTC
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