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breeze like soft hands brushing hair out of my eyes dandelion seeds float through the sun-bathed sky light as feathers soft earth below my feet is humble and grounding
I experimented with shrooms to uncover hidden truths Or maybe lies that I have taken to heart.
eye trip while u sip enlighten while u get ignorant open my third eye while u go blind. my mind is a tool, so are u. my aura is blue, yours is red simulating your soul is dead.