Cryptic
- i've been crawling across this path
wondering which breath will be my last
erasing the memories of my past
-making new ones every day
to replace those that go as they may
-input & output, out of my control
and i'm right back in this hole
whatever. let's just smoke a bowl
-endless rotation
dead body's floatation
-what's the solution?
to keep me from the endless pollution
the drugs keep up the dillution
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