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DrugBeat
Drugbeat
One spoon and one line
Dim lit in slowed time
Thoughts emoliated, all sense of blur
Her silence came depicted
As a soul uninflected
By the passions, aflux in the air
And to my dream maiden
Soul skeuomorph ive laid in
No contact, but nonetheless there
All for solace and to lean
To lean perchance to dream
Ay the rub;
For in that sleep of death, what dreams may come
