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May 2019
The dawn is a nice greeting
As I step up past my *****.
The wine
The drugs
The art
They've all been incessantly
loved,
For about a week now,
maybe more.
Women, clowns,
Demons, fairies
Possible hallucinations currently
Smell of the natural fumes.
Mother may belong
To their crowd.
Whats real oozes of my mind.
My mind oozes of whats real.
A nice mixture
Extracting out indifference.

I'm not sure
When it will end.

Or if it remains
To start.
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