Smaller Warrior
The ants have taken uphill Carrying individual pieces of my heart Seared by fire Doused by rain And smeared in
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Hey, This is short notice, But I ought to be going. I ought to be running on my way, taking
Truffle Oil
Your lips and words So smooth Like a purée Blended up and neatly placed on the tongue To indulge And
Dancing with You
Hey, Babe. You look like you've got something missing. Let me grab you a drink.   Take my hand for
Becoming Yourself
You've got flowers and sword fights An oceanic conglomeration Of things changing And ever changing.   A fever, A sickness, Depression.
Electric Trick Kiss
Baby, Hit that little brown twisted thing Let it kiss your lips Get higher than a kite on THC.  
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