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May 2017
As I lie,
smoked and high,
the world outside
still drives me by

and I am content,
for the moment,
to let it pass
unchallenged,
inconsistent
vegetative state.

It is only
temporary:
that's all we can as for
and get.
Written by
Celso Moskowitz  29/M/Portugal
(29/M/Portugal)   
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