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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