No. 29

By
LSD, DMT,
An eternity of you and me,
All wrapped up in a little pill,
A little purse, a lack of will.
Emply houses that start sweet flames,
And smolder in the hips, being torn of shame,
All wrapped up in a little pill,
A little purse, a lack of will.
Trees and fruit in open bloom,
Couples inside of single's rooms.
Nature is ready, ripe for the taking,
Little girls, ripe for their making.
All wrapped up in a little pill,
A little purse, a lack of will.
Taking peaks into what shouldn't be seen,
Reading love and wondering what it means.
In those hips, it's all inside,
In those hips, a place to die.
Wrap your mind in soft Heaven,
And your body in hot hot hell.
Reach for the answer with all that might,
And someone might decide to tell.
For all the gifts in those would-be nights,
Go to him and make it right.
All wrapped up in a little pill,
A little purse, a lack of will.
A moment of what life can be,
And a lifetime inside of you and me.





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