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Getting high A trek of many dimensions Expectation rides high As the gold burns away. Break it up, Separate the good from the bad; The bad now only holds the Ultimate potential of good. Form and function Two entities that merge The succulence sealed away. Two fold ignition, First as the physical Burns away, the glow burning brighter Than the most precious of stones. The second as it pours through Pours of the soul. Thus it begins; Plot the graph. The temporal against the mental. A roller coaster ride Never ending Finality guaranteed. The roller coaster forms in my mind Out of control Gripping paranoia Every turn a new sensation. Take a chill; A moment as the magic flows. Surging here, then descending there Thought is held by its own momentum. The magic is potent, Ethereal and dark. Every time leaves you With foggy indecision. |
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