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Stinson Beach, Ca

We <3 the bay.

By SiReN Motherfucker. I dont have a last namePublished 6 years ago 1 min read
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We drove on a trip

Made a trick

Hoping a moral might stick

Waiting for it to hit

I never felt sick

My mind could predict

We were sleeping on a summit

With the beach as our bed

Bodies looking ahead

Bottles to the head

Battles for the herd

Deep in the woods

Tripping on shrooms

Wishing we had our own rooms

The flowers bloomed

dipped in dew

Colors that made me coo

Ask for a kiss from you

My eyes following made do

Telling you who to pursue

Like a curse long overdue

SiReN I'll see you soon

This story is true

Soon I'll tell others too.

This was single handedly the greatest experience of my early youth. Psychedelics should be used for mindful healing and explored more by willing subjects. I choose my freedom of speech to write in abstract terms what it meant to me.

Peace

SiReN

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SiReN Motherfucker. I dont have a last name

Fire brain

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