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Within Reach
Within Reach
There is a damp, dark place in the Eastern forest.
This is where I went to shoot myself.
I am the enemy of all perfectly drawn circles.
Is there any end to theses ballads of wicked voices?
My heart beat stopped to be continued.
Some may feel a mouth full of mud, thick like LA smog.
In the hall of wonder it is 8:31pm.
Take me to the realm of weightlessness without time.
To and ocean that serves fifty foot iceberg swells.
Then witness me grind the pipe and blow grey smoke rings.
I spy frost in a field of energy.
It approached me like drunken hormones.
If there is nothing, then there is everything in reach.
There is a damp, dark place in the Eastern forest.
This is where I went to shoot myself.
I am the enemy of all perfectly drawn circles.
Is there any end to theses ballads of wicked voices?
My heart beat stopped to be continued.
Some may feel a mouth full of mud, thick like LA smog.
In the hall of wonder it is 8:31pm.
Take me to the realm of weightlessness without time.
To and ocean that serves fifty foot iceberg swells.
Then witness me grind the pipe and blow grey smoke rings.
I spy frost in a field of energy.
It approached me like drunken hormones.
If there is nothing, then there is everything in reach.
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