9.

(Drafts that are getting mouldy.)

Psychedelic taste on tongue 

The drowsiness has only just begun 

Hallucinations are part of the fun 

Body fatigued but mind on the run 

Until a grave is dug and the deed is done 
I become no one 

Returning back to the sun

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