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Jun 2014
My mind lingered
among the vast dreams and desires to hold a burnt plant between my lips.
To inhale something that could make me feel alive,
but could also make me feel
gone.
My existence lingered
among the thought that i have the privilege to endure a well spent death,
smoking my insides to a pulp,
except i have yet to take up the opportunity.
ili
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