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Rolled a heavenly scent cloud and watched angel's dust fog my hazy judgement
Collected brainstorm rain from my window pain in a syringe then searched in vain for entry
Overdosed on laced nights with early mornings and I laid comatose in daylight savings time
Got high on the lows inhaling gravity through nosebleed heights
Relapsed in liquid sins so my wet dreams became realities as I overindulged on tears from the sky
Broke down my vice to see (ce) what I've (iv) become and in a flash my compassion, my humbleness is flooded with rage
