electric blizzard
push the dope through these veins
another winter
more lines of cocaine
painting scriptures
pretty portraits of blame
layers of literature
cracks in this porcealin brain
I think I was a sculpture in a past life
destroyed by the rain
my lover is an ocean
she has no use for the trains
I ride them relentlessly
its the only place I can think
ecentric wizard
will I ever be the same?
I’ll see you in another
dimenson
in a galaxy far far away
until then…Ill be in pain
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