Words are high on weed
Stumbling one after other
In a successive trance
Turning into silent corpses
And do corpses lie?
Since truth is their only attire
To be not intoxicated connives a peril
O life! Serve me a drink on the rocks
I want to drink strangeness to the lees
And rise higher into smoky rings
For I yearn to be a truth
©jeyforyou
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