this mother ship
came from
the edge of
my eyes
never seen it there
could it be the moon
could it be death
from all the smoke
I consumed
in a nightmare
barbed wired blunts
hidden dank
with beware
caution signs
might as
well
take a hit
before I die
an crawl
back
like
a rose
that
can
grow
from
the concrete
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