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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Uncertainty
As the past disintegrates the present hesitates and the future considers. kenwsimpson.blogspot.com
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