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Puff, Puff, Pass

can you feel our muse  
planting opium poppies  
in your mind?  
poetic junkies  
sewing seeds  
reaping them  
when they are in full bloom  
dripping with intoxicating verse  
dizzying high  
is reading you  
when she's imparted thoughts  
in your head  
fields of beautiful flowers  
ripe for the picking  
I'm not selfish  
I get high and spread the wealth  
not to take credit  
I didn't make the drug  
that is writing and creating  
feel the pulse in the ether  
it vibrates for you  
pluck a poppy  
smoke her sweet, sticky sap  
speak the stories that come to mind  
high on a cloud  
tell us how you feel  
poetic fiends yeah that's us  
take another toke  
write it out  
puff, puff pass  
I need a drag of inspiration
can anyone help  
a sister out?
Written by crimsin (Unveiling)
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