Something

Marijuana
It was all too tight

Hiding beneath
The self is unconcerned

Loose the fight
Get underhand and fight

Feeling is wrought
It is for nothing

The addictive was caught
And then lead on

Mirrors that confirm
Later they will deny

These questions
All wrong

Truth does not exist
Begone and say farewell

For this madness
Exist somehow

Madness and coil
Yet crystal clear

About Emil Hjort

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