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We’re cozied up inside, Stoking a fire And slurping hot soup and hot chocolate To counteract the frozen water That is falling from the sky outside.   But the quaaludes make The precipitation more sensual.   We decide to sway outside In our own personal snow globe, Our hands and tongues reaching out To taste the white powder As it falls from the sky.   The cold flurry of flakes evolves Into a warm bubble bath, The iridescent orbs bursting on our skin.   If only we could stay i

You inspire a time Reminiscent of the Marlboro Man, With your cigarettes And your sun-drunk tan. The nostalgia of an age Where words weren’t banned: You spoke uncensored And consumed new contraband – It made you feel a way in which You had a hard time describing – Its other-worldly effect Controlled your inner waves like Poseidon, And I watched as it made Your eyes and mind widen, The night you discovered psilocybin.

You told me it was fool’s errand To try and save you. But the only fool’s errand here Is me thinking I can save you Twice.   I did it once in our game of tag. I’ve been chasing you down to save you. And now it’s your turn to Chase – –  And find – Yourself.   You cannot drag me once more To a party Only to leave without a word. I cannot continue to hunt you down. I’m always out of breath.   You know I would lie for you. I would take a bullet for you. I would bury a