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Gabriel K Nov 2015
“How do we **** ourselves?” he asks me
on some sorta trip
the room smelled of *****
where he'd tried to come down
in the sink
How can you **** yourself you mean
I’m not in
I think Béatrice the intern I think she likes me
we lay on the bed as we came up
she kept staring
until I had to leave.
We stood on the balcony
gazed at the stars
taut
with expectation
but my wish never come true.

Tom was locked in a pity spiral
in his room
wanted to end it
I had to take him out walk around talk him down
it was over now.
alice Jun 2014
I'll never forget
my first one.

The tree was
aglow;
branches
blazing
with enormous,
yellow and orange,
halcyon sunflowers.

A glorious heat
pulsated
up my back,
their magnificence
radiating
through all
my senses.

My eyes:
wide,
taking-in
every iota
of this visual
majesty.

Transfixed,
in a state of
awe,
my photographic
memory
came into
play.
Snapshots
of
those giant suns
forever imprinted;
negatives pressed,
into my mind.

A night to remember;
when halcyon sunflowers
danced
on the limbs
of trees and
the branches
of my mind.
Many thanks to the sacred mushroom. Inspired by my very first experience with magic mushrooms - June 2005 **

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