Drunk Artifical Pleasure
Intoxicating like the strange water of Erin
Exquisite like the deranged poems of Poe,
My soul permeates into the heart,
My heart synthesizes into the whole
Finding a nebulous world we do not know
A world to detest for paradise is barren…
poem by Kevin Michael Murphy
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