Park Art

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morning drugs

morning drugs
I say hell morning drugs, I scream hell morning, drugs.
I mean, I whipser softly and delicately…
hello morning, drugs.

morning with drugs. mouring to drugs.
sun shining my body aching. the drugs never respond back they just lay beautifully still, teasing, to be taken.

pop them. pop them my friend. glitter sensation. morning drugs.
awaking and still dreaming. the air is smoking, the house is snoring. morning. morning drugs. hugging thugs.
butter nugs.

I say hello morning drugs.
I say I say all day, hello morning drugs.


-park

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