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Smoke Savior
There's a boombox echoing off these thin walls
And a feeble thud in my chest.
Shoulders are heavy but my spirits are high.
Floating on the edges of the ceiling
A smoke serpent slinking through the air.
I've left my worries at the door in a trail of clothing on the floor.
This is my little piece of heaven on Earth.
A vibe like no other,
Better than any other imaginable lover.
And a feeble thud in my chest.
Shoulders are heavy but my spirits are high.
Floating on the edges of the ceiling
A smoke serpent slinking through the air.
I've left my worries at the door in a trail of clothing on the floor.
This is my little piece of heaven on Earth.
A vibe like no other,
Better than any other imaginable lover.
Published 9th Mar 2019
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10th Mar 2019 7:36am
The escapism of smoked drugs. Favourite line, for rhyme:
I've left my worries at the door in a trail of clothing on the floor. [those who go naked at home, drugs or none involved, can relate to that]
I've left my worries at the door in a trail of clothing on the floor. [those who go naked at home, drugs or none involved, can relate to that]
