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Nirvana
AC Hotel am I here to stay?
It has been a long day
Last time she was laying in bed
Waiting for my little mushroom to grow
Clouds sending clouds; seasons affect river flow
Soft delicate pillow skin of hers
Leaking out of her tight slim sleeveless short tees tank top was milky boobies by the double

I slept on clouds last night
Feet touched the rugs it felt right
I lost my innocence in room number 248
Slave to pleasure I lost my fears

Wiggling out of bed
Ticking the empty box in my journal
Room service came earlier then I provoked it
Breakfasting with the wealthy
In mind walking on egg shells
Eating runny eggs for an athletic body

Enlightened by my discovery
The clock was ticking
It was discouraging
Perfectly harmonised
Sparkling water became neutralised

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The search for Nirvana, like the search for Utopia or the end of history or the classless society, is ultimately a futile and dangerous one. It involves, if it does not necessitate, the sleep of reason. There is no escape from anxiety and struggle.

- Christopher Hitchens