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Jan 2019
i listen to a prophet
and smoke a rolled tobacco blunt
as i write this

where is peace, for the simple
or even bliss
for the black of mind

and soul. I feel
a holy desire
to pull down mountains

to the land of the gods
i aspire
but, do i have what they require
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