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Dec 2013
blast off
high as a kite
unsure of how the words are being put here as I speak
fungi gots my fingers tapping on the keys
puffing green
keeps away the demons in me
while I listen to some Beats Antiques
through some Dr. Dre Beats
am I awake
or am i asleep?
Questions
keep egging me
and back to reality
I'll creep
Mychael LooseArrow
Written by
Mychael LooseArrow  Denver, CO
(Denver, CO)   
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