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My Home
Through opioid narrows
I traverse ever softly,
In the clouds, ever lofty
I go to my home.
Cannabinoid delirium,
A Lysergic imperium
Alkaline embraces
I feel in my bones.
Entangled I am, in this
Web of insanity
A welcoming exit from throes
Of reality.
No place to go
No one to know
With nothing to show,
I go back to my home.
I traverse ever softly,
In the clouds, ever lofty
I go to my home.
Cannabinoid delirium,
A Lysergic imperium
Alkaline embraces
I feel in my bones.
Entangled I am, in this
Web of insanity
A welcoming exit from throes
Of reality.
No place to go
No one to know
With nothing to show,
I go back to my home.
Published 3rd Dec 2012
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5th Dec 2012 4:06pm
this is exactly my life about a year ago. although I felt a struggle with drugs, they made me feel as if reality, wasn't real. there's so much more to explore in our minds than just what we know sober. so many great things to discover about ourselves. not one of my friends seemed to understand that. it was a medication for meditation and always made me feel great.
