Intoxications

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Turmoil and intoxications,
A host of different sensations,

Light begetting light.

The tower black against a morbid sky,
Imposing thoughts on passers-by,

I hear a weeping sound.

The sweetest fragrance in the air,
Invites me to renounce despair,

And smile upon my life.

A darkened pool within me draws-
-Me down into a world of flaws,

Where I can barely breathe.

Angelic voices, crystal clear,
Accompany a gliding tear,

Such beauty to behold.

Forgetting what I once have known,
So joyously my mind was blown.

One by one I live my days,
Moving in the strangest ways.

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by: John William McGrath III
from: Mesa, AZ, US

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