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Sep 2018
Let's all do DMT and lose our minds
We all have to kiss the world goodbye
Sometime

But this will be an odd sort of french kiss,
Where your tongue is consciousness
And the infinite depth of the universe is her mouth

Leave your darling body behind,
That carnal carnival will go still far below you
And you'll be an astronaut on a distant planet
Where there are no clothes
To take off

Find the sweet magenta meaning of everything
Bite into it, feel the juice run down your chin
And just as soon return to Earth
And your kin
Written by
Sometimes Starr  Another place
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