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If I Were, When I Was, What I Am
If I were still a drinking man, I’d say I need a shot; but as my self-made realm is dry I think I’d better not. If I were still procuring weed, I’d want to roll a joint; but all I’ve … Continue reading
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Anesthesia
There is a balm that soothes the troubled mind, a cool blanket of fog that brings relief anesthetizing what pain it can find; a warm embrace that you can hide beneath. It liberates the ear from hurtful noise, dulls the … Continue reading