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wow.
see, if this forum wasnt here, he might have just gone and eaten them (assuming they are 40's or 80's) and gotten way too fucked up and never came back or just died, and that my friends is called "natural selection".
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Throughout the night/when there's no direct light
and a thin veil of clouds/keeps the stars out of sight
I can smell the colors/outside on my lawn
the moist green organic/that my feet tread upon
and the black oleander/surrounded by blues
I'm soon overwhelmed/by olfactory hues
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