A psilocybin evening
Last night I went outon a journey no doubt,
where patterns melted with space.
I thought it was keen
all purple and green,
but there was a liquid all over my face
Found myself high
under pitch-black sky,
as it turned to a lightshow on air
But here on the ground
my body was bound,
in a warzone that just wasn't fair
Poetry by tobias wedin
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Written on 2009-05-21 at 12:15
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