my fingers burned as my cello moved the drugs through your veins as you rocked and swayed, bleached hair flowing in waves
"i love what you're doing to yourself" she said

my fingers burned as my cello moved the drugs through your veins as you rocked and swayed, bleached hair flowing in waves "i love what you're doing to yourself" she said |
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rooted in a poor soil
standing yet do not see
Out into the world
the sun is up
another day comences
the search continues... Love you
now is always here
so take your time
the soil wont be so poor
when the seasons change to rains
while standing without seeing
there is so much you can feel
out into the world
the world will come into you
through the change of time and new spaces
the sun is there always
as is the moon
so continue searching until you can feel it
--
bits clung to the lungs of the smokers like a burnt collage
bits fell to the ground, surrounding them in a soft dust of black ash
bits swirled around them in mystic arabesques
stained teeth and stained eyes and stained souls
gleaming through the haze
--
"Man is the only creature who refuses to be what he is." - A.Camus
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