Chemical!
When to chemical it goes to sleep my body,
hands and feet begin it itch;
I hear exquisite buzzes and beginning it travel.
I think of a very distant world,
and the tangent is a constant one.
The universe becomes small;
and the quick one becomes slow.
The seconds pass more fast,
the hours pass slowly.
The sun does not have more light;
and the stars do not want shine more.
The dreams become nightmares,
and we bump into the alonest street I see;
and the kiss stolen is not mine and
on air stayed the desire.
M.Morandi
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