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Oct 2015
The red pill makes you happy,
And the blue one makes you numb.
Now a half a swill of *****
'Till the noises start to run...
Pick a peck of primo powder,
Grip a rock to gain some ground,
Ride with the wave,
it gets you higher,
Crash hard and fast,
embrace the ground.
HRTsOnFyR
Written by
HRTsOnFyR  portland oregon
(portland oregon)   
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