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Bluelighter
I wrote this poem one night coming home from Space in Philly(remeber back in the day when they had all those plastic palm trees). I Trippin' my face off as usual....
Purple haze surrounding me.
Black smoke is choking me.
Locked in a plastic universe,
with plastic people and plastic trees,
this world is anything but reality.
Purple haze surrounding me.
Black smoke is choking me.
Locked in a plastic universe,
with plastic people and plastic trees,
this world is anything but reality.
