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conscious ghosts of white upon grey matter
creasing out membrane into the floral acidity
within the crushed grounds
whose aroma screams warmth of b..
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Sometimes I dream
From atop four rubber wheels
Cracking and sputtering
With Hendrix and Floyd coming out of the worn speakers
That I was born in ..
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i hear through my ears, yet I cannot listen
i have shut everything out, the silence destructive dissonance
pounding my ears with sound waves of pain..
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I looked upon the flashing lights of cars, and stars
as smoke drifted in from the calloused cracks in the crust of our skin
melting away the painted..
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