i used to get drunk on your words and devotion
now i get tipsy on a cyanide love potion
sweet cherry liquor morphed into poison
i cover my ears to keep all the noise in
if i let my thoughts out it'll dilute the clarity
with the antidote gone, i'll lose all my sanity
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Ethereal Flowers
Poetry"Believe that the world is an ethereal flower, and ye live" Jack Kerouac
