shrooms
Mystified by the colors,
Swirling in the haze,
Skies filled with purple,
Yellow and crimson,
Spinning around in spirals,
Revolving around the sun,
Laying in the meadow,
Trying to forget reminiscences,
Ingestion of shrooms,
Waking up without a clue,
Knowing that you are there,
Amid someone else,
But I try to forget you,
The solitary things holding me back are shrooms
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gothchik13posted on 09/03/2008
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