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Things thought while high.
Sitting on car seats, Watching smoke fall from our mouths. A quiet tang of reckless poverty, Of freedom and the white wine sweetness Of the sweetest kisses Wet and confused with inebriated lustre, Hangs high in the wash of smouldering ash Falling from between my fingers. Melting into flashes of blacks and whites and purples, The blues and empowered silences Spotted memories Haunted skies...
And I was all, "This is dumb, what a big dumb... →