On every rhythm of our music,
I pictured the shape of your lips
Oh, to taste this bliss.
I drown;
Raindrops on your skin
Liquor on your lips
Oh the psychedelics I drown for you,
And all the drugs you kept me away from
To become my favorite one.
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Blue Psychedelics
PoetryI think I wasn't just tripping, The psychedelics that fed me Got a lover out of the universe.
