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Sep 2018
Think and appeal to the masses,
drink and sin
to further dilude
your clouded minds

break free if you dare
become my god
my object of reflection

connect my mind
far into the past,
let me channel the greats
so their advice
I can take

Call Solomon,

let me learn his ways
of wicked poetry

A pipe of
ancient texture
found smoking on his grave

Take a chocolate ride into realms of thought where barriers of self consciousness no longer exist. Find yourself soaring, far above the atmosphere, where angels and demons co-ignite into bursting electric energy. A head in the clouds where things rarely get along. Trees of sin and shrubs of guilt, whatta’ garden this has become.
Oregon inspires me.
Written by
IrieSide  25/M/Texas
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