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Poem: THE JUNKIE (Trip to a Flatline)
You, the machine, Here’s the music, No desire have you, Chorus The music, my mind, Chorus The whole drag around me, al armiger 1971
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Let the acid flow,
From your blood,
To your soul.
So let it play.
Is it music?
My mind so strays....
But let it stay!
Let it Stay!
Please! Please! Let it stay!
For you are controlled,
By magic potions in your blood,
Or is that soul?
I’ll blow the whole thing soon.
Or are they flowers?
High high inside me,
Such powers!
Then tomorrow comes,
Ends the trip---------------beeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeep