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May 2017
Bring me back to all my friends
To muses mixing color blends
To pulses keepin' beats in sync
With drops of chemicals we drink
To stress and strife corrosions
In these sensory explosions
To the sonicbooms of full bloom shrooms
On smash bro's in these livin' rooms
To kickin' it and gettin' lit
And puff puff passin' on some ****
To spittin' game and droppin' brains
Like profane, urbane hurricanes
To rebel, hippy liberal arts
All splattered 'cross our shattered hearts
To worshipping no God machines
Still sleepin' on my LSDreams
To representin' generations
With my squad of X-mutations
Turnin' up, no comin' down
We lifted 'til we hit the ground
Michael Marchese
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Michael Marchese  30/M/California
(30/M/California)   
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