Sunday, 5 April 2015
this distraction is actually my-your truth
While catching that moment, into your eyes and flying;
feels a hundred times better,
lasts lifetimes longer than
false heart sighing in a crack-haze white lip blister kiss n'
selfish, self-centered hoots or swigs or trembling tokes and with no clouds of misusing,
Misguided...
Cocaine-smoke
when everything else stops
For us
together
to reconnect
all of our pieces
that were shaken in clusterclouds
Deception, duped;
Absurdist-desperate, under static mellow-drama trance-hoax
ahhh
to finally reawaken.
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