How so do we speak the same language
But we don't ever have to talk in it?
What words?
I think, you listen
You then take my soul out of me
And you make sure it's your name memorized on my lips.
And I know how this tastes
That's how we're tied
That's we who found this in this earth our bones step on.
May I shall even taste hell for you,
As for heaven was what we taste like.
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Blue Psychedelics
PoesiaI think I wasn't just tripping, The psychedelics that fed me Got a lover out of the universe.
