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Your poison runs through,

from your white to blue,

no telling what it might do,

but never the less,

i shall progress,

the total consumption,

brain full of corruption,

the senses enhance,

spiral twisting glance,

and this place i am at,

my own happy habitat,

for the next few hours,

i have magical powers,

thoughts deeper than oceans,

these notions from potion,

stemming from mental corrosion,

happiness like an explosion,

and then it fades,

the game's been played,

from sun to shade,

such a wonderful night,

too bad i can't stay..