Wasted
Clouds of incense and dancing until the dawn
drunken moments on a boat
with existential bliss until there's nothing left
except the gross aftereffects
to be stored away in the catacombs of lunacy.
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Bored to Death
Reclusive hermits escape from life why or where? but not from infirmities and old age where or why? that turn a rich man's wealth to ash. kenwsimpson.blogspot.com
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