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Tijo

Bluelighter
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Location
Midwest us
Lifted, slightly itchin
tingley temples, fuzzy mental
Chase the spider, face the fire
the inner warmth is rising higher
Fight to widen, the tightning eyelids
I must surrender to my pretend world
No ceiling in the room I'm feeling
Beneath the water, a pool of ponder
A space cruise, ignite the brain fuse
you feel insane blues? I'm in the same shoes
Don't blame you, thee obsessive depressive
infectously wreckin progressive steps twards
perfected reflection
A high sky to reach, indeed
but, every tree was once a petty seed in the dirt amongst the weeds before it's leaves blew in the breeze
and I was set free, rise to higher skies
whipe these tired eyes, inhale the fireflies
desire dies, tears the child cries
fears the wildside, steer the vile lie
Hear my style......shy
~Christopher (while under the influence of hydrocodone)
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Resist Unlearn Defy
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Don't blame you, thee obsessive depressive
infectously wreckin progressive steps twards
perfected reflection
I really liked your word play here..very nicely done..
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Loved it mac, I've had moments as such myself.
Your words were so powerful and everything went to gether so well like one big misshapen puzzle of the psyche.
Very very excellent.
 
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