I smoked a stoge
with a homeless bloke
and as I took drags
he spun tales of signs
coming from a tiny silver dolphin
laying in the parking lot
my aura was pure white, he saw
because he sees these things
and when the words
jumped off his
drunken breath
my blood
f
r
o
z
e
Jul 25, 2013
Jul 25, 2013 at 1:01 AM UTC
I smoked a stoge
with a homeless bloke
and as I took drags
he spun tales of signs
coming from a tiny silver dolphin
laying in the parking lot
my aura was pure white, he saw
because he sees these things
and when the words
jumped off his
drunken breath
my blood
f
r
o
z
e
Daniel Magner 2013
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