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I drove slowly down The depths of the dusk As she chewed on the stems, I tried on the tusks. As she entered high And I crawled down low, I wished for the truth Of what she soon would know. Oh what joys could it bring? Patterns was she seeing? I wondered in silence; A sleepwalking being. I admit I cannot, Though I wish that I could, Or not that I "can't", Rather, if I should. My stability's lacking My sureness unsure, Good trips need good backing And a soul that is pure. As of right now, I am less than demure.   So dull grey is life, Forced laughter is love, But the answer to existence Lies in a questionable, edible drug.
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Jun 14, 2014
Jun 14, 2014 at 4:15 AM UTC
Shrooms (I Couldn't)
I drove slowly down The depths of the dusk As she chewed on the stems, I tried on the tusks. As she entered high And I crawled down low, I wished for the truth Of what she soon would know. Oh what joys could it bring? Patterns was she seeing? I wondered in silence; A sleepwalking being. I admit I cannot, Though I wish that I could, Or not that I "can't", Rather, if I should. My stability's lacking My sureness unsure, Good trips need good backing And a soul that is pure. As of right now, I am less than demure.   So dull grey is life, Forced laughter is love, But the answer to existence Lies in a questionable, edible drug.
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Jun 14, 2014
Jun 14, 2014 at 4:15 AM UTC
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