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Floating
O, sweet inebriate, where are your fumes?
Those sweet bouncing particles
bounce on my brain,
to feed a precious life!
You awake that inner life
through your toxins,
those taboos mean nothing to you,
your biggest weapon a coughing fit.
Mist! A scented mist, muddling the mind and yet enhancement!
It rises like feathers.
Tickle my senses!
Those sweet bouncing particles
bounce on my brain,
to feed a precious life!
You awake that inner life
through your toxins,
those taboos mean nothing to you,
your biggest weapon a coughing fit.
Mist! A scented mist, muddling the mind and yet enhancement!
It rises like feathers.
Tickle my senses!
Published 5th Dec 2012
| Edited 6th Dec 2012
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5th Dec 2012 3:08am
I love this! It's so simple and playful, which is ironic considering the subject matter. The punctuation (!'s and ?'s) is great :)
5th Dec 2012 7:21am
