sin a field where the depressed skyline looks down on the segregated poppyseeds his heroin heroin hits like a bullet bound for his imaginery for

trees awaken from sleep on a matress realized his hit had a tear in his eye

cotton dried from an unbalanced unwind

sell me a stairway

to a field where the depressed skyline looks down on segregated 

poppy seeds a final distortion of light hits

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