Opium
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Pink Floors
I want to go to dreamland and stay there. To live among the colored angels and broken glass voodoo kings. To be anything but this comatose soul. To be anything but a sleepy creepy doll in a kaleidoscopic straitjacket of the mind. Now autumn longing. The orange sun ablaze on the ground and in the… Continue reading
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Opium Milk
I stepped into the room and spun the globe A world of magnified madness started to fly Countries stuck to the walls Oceans fell to the floor Mysterious islands went out the door I was glued to the window A spring memory in orange sun I could hear the menagerie of birds through the glass… Continue reading
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