mushrooms and acid

The hidee hoe man, that’s me. They enjoyed other drugs together save the dragon left smouldering. I hear her heart beating loud as thunder in the dirty Vegas motel rooms, the dragon unslayed but stunned by the Pantera wielding thick neck from the rural regions of the lone star. Yet mushrooms and acid, psychoactives were cut from a different cloth, taking them out of their lives without simply slowing heartbeats toward the ultimate crash.

Lord Malinov, Song of Songs

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Lord Malinov, literary author, bon vivant, rogue romantic poet
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