Thursday, June 18, 2009

Its done

Since the very.
First moment.
I gazed at you.
I could tell one thing.
The blaze.
That sparked.
A flare of hope.
For this dope.
Was in the best joint.
I ever rolled.
Now so restless.
I stand breathless.
Back to reality.
I can feel gravity.
What a tragedy.
This high.
Feels so right.
Im tight.
The weed.
I feed on.
Is so done.
Now this bong.
Like a song.
Is done.

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