Non-Erotic Poetrythe marijuana caveIn from the snow of reality:
melodic scrawlings on the wall
bones in the back,
the dim black-light sun
shining from above.
outside, worries and dangers prowl
but(smoke in the air
pain draining from my brain)
this is my strong place,
my calm place,
and the rocky bottom
is soft as feathers
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