No Drugs

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No Drugs

Lay it down
Pull it in, bring it out
Call all 'em together 
And bang it all out
In the vein, we'll visit
In the castle,
In the sky;
A cavity,  
I am high
No drugs
Writing this
Funny how time stands by
And I am somehow self proclaimed
A prince of phantom limbs
Kicking in this bed
Restless, fire in my legs
Round and round
Load it up and fire it down
Eat it up, swallow it whole
No sound;
I am high
No drugs
Writing this
Time stands by;
I am high
No drugs
Writing this
Time stands by...
Time ticks by...

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Poetry is what gets lost in translation.

Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

BlackLabel’s Poems (51)

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Rebirth 0
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