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Rituals
We all have our ritualsMine just include something between my lips andSomeone on theMine just include my addictionsSubstances and peopleLife is too short to think of it as evilTo be scared of the easelDrugs feel like a break, and everyday is tiringDrugs make me feel like a painting, without evenTrying
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I don’t even know what to think
Out of sight out of mind Close the door out of line Why did you say that What the fuck that’s not nice That’s not the way u treat guys That’s a good joke You’re joking right Hahahaha wait is it a joke Or was it what I just said Am I wrong or is…
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My trip
Colors intertwine Sending shivers down my spine But my body is twisting and shaping itself Becoming part of this reality Where colors shine And plastic leaves grow and wind And people leave trails of themselves in different lives The floor isn’t solid or liquid Its on a fine line Where there is movement but stability…
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Poetry by Taylor 