Written by Emily Harstone | May 11, 2017
I smothered him; my forgiving muse
I tried to hide myself openly.
No one would ever know me.
Last time I ever do mushrooms.
Hiding are no faces of fear…
Seeing Unfulfilled desires of the heart.
Your mind is part of me.
The inner sadness fails to be.
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I smothered him; my forgiving muse
I tried to hide myself openly.
No one would ever know me.
Last time I ever do mushrooms.
Hiding are no faces of fear…
Seeing Unfulfilled desires of the heart.
Your mind is part of me.
The inner sadness fails to be.