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I fly like paper get high like planes
Sometimes I think sitting on trains
Sticks and stones and weed and bombs
A little poison for the system
some some some some i murder
some some i let go.
love.love
I fly like paper get high like planes
Sometimes I think sitting on trains
Sticks and stones and weed and bombs
A little poison for the system
some some some some i murder
some some i let go.
love.love
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purely true poetry
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Would Greatly Appreciate Your Thoughts on my Latest Entry
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Interesting photo. Cannot for the life of me figure out what is occupying the right-hand side of the photo.
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