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May 9
I hear the echoes of a lone house party
spill its tunes upon this cool summer night's aer.

I listen to the soft breeze carry sweet music
drifting across our kenopsic city.

Lounging from my bedroom windowsill,
I imagine what potential
our lives have

and wish for strength to make it real.
3,5-Dimethoxy-4-ethoxyphenethylamine
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Mydriasis Aletheia
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Mydriasis Aletheia  25/Other/The Empyrean
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