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Jul 2013
Let the smoke feel the air,
Burning oxygen out the atmosphere.
My lungs expanding
Struggling to cope with invasion
This drug invades my body,

Leaving my thoughts on the ground.
My thoughts leave my head
I strive to catch reality
It slips through my fingers
Now I live completely in my head.

Blowing with the leaves
Peacefully being controlled
Invisible forces controls me

Leaning, and spinning
My thoughts make my lean
These thoughts leave me spinning

I twist off this cloud
Gravity bring me down
My mind lifts off the ground
The high of the drug has left me now.
Jay Bryant
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