A seed sown ages ago
Has sprung weeds unforseen
And they continue to grow
Poison green.
Magic vines grow entwined,
Grow entangled, yet unseen,
Driving thorns into my mind
Poison green.
I need to grow another culture
To extract some morphine
To counter this torture
Poison green.
a new dimension of the deniverse
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