Potion

J.H

Do you understand? Slipping into your sliders, assuming, you know you don’t like liars. Honesty up for sale, who are you fooling, there is no price on that, send it through mail. Spitting lines, rhymes, confusing your time with mine. It’s not meant to make sense, climb already, there’s no use playing it safe looking over my fence. No pity parties here, just expansions of consciousness; psychedelic, facing fears. Mixing emotions, take off your sliders, one touch and you’ll be asking for the potion. Do you understand?Jade Hayek 

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