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Uncut dope 2/21/02Trilogies of pain, much suffering and little gain tired of weathering the severe reign, typhoons in lagoons my soul feels doomed cause I shoot up brown balloons; Now I'm in my zone...(ring, ring) please someone answer the phone... oh... I forgot I'm home alone; caught between dimensions lingering throughout the atmosphere people's thoughts I can hear I'm growing old, my body is infested with sores, but every friday I have to score dope for my starving veins what makes life so hard to maintain? If only I could sustain from injecting my blood flow maybe the seeds I tried to plant would grow if my sperm count wasn't 0 below; tried heating pads on my scrotum but when it comes to eggs I just can't fertilize 'em; so I guess fresh fruit is not in my spectrum colors of the rainbow all I vision is black and white my lungs feel tight blood rushing at 100mph through my heart... is it strong enough to handle the fix... just my luck this dope is uncut!!!! Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Vote for this poem
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