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Drug inspired.


Submitted:May 21, 2012    Reads: 11    Comments: 4    Likes: 1   


The sky is blue, as is the elephant that stomps on weeds.

Dust kicks off into the clouds, like angels.

'Shrooms grow wild, and acid runs through our vein.

Coke filled with sugar, gives off speed.

Smoke fills the room with purple haze.

Black ice on the ground, slippery.

Mind clouded and body filling in exctasy.

Taking a trip on the Pineapple Express

with a lucky lady in pink by the name of Poppy.

A heroine in her own tale.





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