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The Love Drug

It wasn\’t the drugs, it was the love. It flooded suddenly from above. It grew within, boiling blood. Just some doors were opened by the

White Birds, Blue Sky

Laying alone, naked in hot springs, staring lazily at the sky, a flock of silver white birds flies by. Tracing a shifting V through

Club Lines

Song by Adal Bermann A blank page A white screen Now be sage Don\’t spill spleen Just express Happiness Make a rhyme Write a

Alphabet Soup

Swimming in goop Alphabet soup No directions Only questions World is scary Rules arbitrary Fueled by hope Dreams, pride\’n\’dope So confusing Though amusing Don\’t

Just Breath

Have you ever wondered why We\’re always trying to buy A piece of the sweet pie? Drawn to lights like moth Willing to pay

Confusion

Diluted illusion Confused execution Confusion fueled delusion Illusion is exclusion Exclude the illusion Execute the confusion Include the conclusion Conclude this inclusion

Burning Man Dream

It\’ll soon be time to burn the man, read this poem if you can.

Phase Hormonale

Phase Hormonale est un triste poème en français.

Travel

Step right up onto the magic carpet Imagination only can spark it Once the winds are steadily blowing There\’s no need for tiresome

Falling in Love

Falling in love is like moving in Shopping retail for a new skin Convincing yourself you\’re ready to try A slice of that ham

Tag: poem

The Love Drug

White Birds, Blue Sky

Club Lines

Alphabet Soup

Just Breath

Confusion

Burning Man Dream

Phase Hormonale

Travel

Falling in Love

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