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Criminal?

Puff the magic bush, smoking through the sky.
A rainbow of colors clouds my vision.
The sky and the ocean roar together.

I am not a criminal; I am a drug addict.
I am not crazy; I am a drug addict.

Pop, white powder splits the skin.
Viruses of plague rots our body.
We choose years of pain for one brief high.

I am not a criminal; I am a drug addict.
I am not crazy; I am a drug addict.

2018-12-18T16:24:18+00:00