3-Word Prompt: Nostalgia, Marlboro, Psilocybin

mollycatlos
Dec 3, 2025
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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.

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