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Oct 2014
all the magic mushrooms and popped pills
all the heart-racing clubs, and sunsets,
laying on dew, high,
seeking out foreign planets.
never amounts to anything.
for any substance
or celestial body
trying to satisfy my soul,
couldn't bring me closer to you.
jamie nichole rogers
Written by
jamie nichole rogers  Toronto
(Toronto)   
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