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Ketamine Dreams and the Antagonistic Morning

Take a left turn past the coffee-shop And drive until your tires meet gravel. Look to your right and see the children At play. All calloused hands, no smiles. Their sweat will one day cease to drip From broken noses,

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Honeybee (And I'm the Tree)

There was a tree On the hill, And I would watch a beautiful girl Lay in Its shade, Never quite sure if she was enjoying The tree, Or the summer day. But one day, the tree stood Alone Atop the

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