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On Love and Drugs

Love is a two-ton fickle
elephant, stepped on and stepped over, our blind
eyes lacking all of the things we should find useful.

Drugs are something else. They
covet our attention: whisper and caress.
While you numb
out of existence in a cloud
of billowing brain cells, I choose
to eat my spiritual experiences.

Why are we like this?
Eerie
Written by Eerie
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Inspired by a conversation with a friend.
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