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April 12, 2010 at 9:35 pm (drugs) (, )

a needle in a vein and i am floating away
a black balloon and an overcast sky
and i never want to die

detatched thoughts come out and play
the same ones i’ve had before
my good old friends

rhymes without structure
and lines with no end
the deep dark emereld of a forest

the trees bend in the storm
i slip away into the wind
fading in and out

cling to the feeling
every second closer to leaving
and i’ll be back here again

on the cold hard ground
reality harsh and bright
i’ll never be found

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eight forty five

April 12, 2010 at 8:58 pm (drugs, poetry) (, )

the bitter taste of a warm embrace
tumbles down your throat
white

and black
blink of your eyelids
the world opens in flame

red surface of another planet
reeling head says two and two make three
kaleidoscope wreck

scratch, scratch
scratch the termites at your door
run

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