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smoke a bowl, maybe two
to soften the sack i hit
early to escape
thoughts of you.
eyelids shut!
but quite soon
mother moon
vomits melted
dreamsicles into my
dead
head
blurry blurry blurry
hurry hurry hurry
white rabbit!
through the hole
another bowl
your late!
it used to be
that i was free
and dreams
like these
wouldn't dare
haunt me.
another bowl.
an empty heaving chest
my heart
you stole.