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Scapegoat
Stoned, with a scapegoat
in endless dreams of archives
from a six-foot box
of psychedelic mural rainbows
it ain't physics or parallel lines
listening to echoes chiming
in a whole new scene where death begins
and the blunt never ends
a moon and my shadow make three
listening to echoes chiming
stoned, with a scapegoat
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