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narcotic visions.

Stamped: 27.4.09

let's walk along this glimmering waterway,
enraptured by the plaintive romance that

we've been inhaling all night.
like Vincent's blurry visions we are
distorted. made more beautiful.

look at this perfection. these cobblestones,
those pilings, the water that would be
organza
without the wind.

see the beauty.
soon we'll awaken,
and then we'll know what it means
to fear.

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