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Jul 2019
all the world in the world is all wegot.
crushed pearls of wisdom in a cracked goblet
of divine fire.
we have Hours where a century would sleep -
through,
none but ourselves to adore into Oblivion
with all the hubris of a bris
at the summit
of some other world.

wegot mushrooms where the sun don’t shine.
and that’s just like having

something.
Third Eye Candy
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Third Eye Candy  M/USA
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