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Sep 2014
Inhaling clouds of promised dreams
Life more perfect than it seems
Flying high into the night
We were unstoppable
We were free
Under the influence of Cannabis
We were inching towards the abyss
We lit sticks between our fingers
With no guaranteed future
Making our lungs endure
We consumed the liquid
Into the unknown we drifted
We were light as a feather
Slurring words into the ether
We didn't care
Smoke wrapping its tendrils through our hair
We were eveywhere and nowhere at the same time
No one could tell us being happy was a crime
Holly Golightly
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