SICKPOET

Daydream; I fell asleep and hit the flowers,
          	for a couple of hours. What a beautiful day. 

SICKPOET

Daydream; I fell asleep and hit the flowers,
          for a couple of hours. What a beautiful day. 

ORLESTAUN

My favorite sight. 

SICKPOET

Miss Marcy & her incredible cigars. 

Coalypso

Marcy was a trip. There are many nights I want to forget, but never that one. 
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SICKPOET

My thoughts have been strangely solid in my mind. They turn seemingly liquid on paper, and leave the residue of poison vapour on my choleric tongue. 

SICKPOET

This scent is all consuming; I breathe her in, I breath her out. You’d think I learned to stay down in a week and would seek again what there was from half the latitude. You’d think I’d learn— but everything is as important to me as a smiting hand to rouse consciousness. 
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