Climb the highest mountain, punch the face of god
Hold on! I can explain everything
It was only one pack,
One insignificant pack,
But it amounted to a
Treasure chest of gold to me
And for two days, I was rich...
Coughing and choking on phelgm,
But rich.
Ball and chain-bound to these
Fits, I adore how the
Smoke tickles my throat,
The way it stains my clothes
With it's insignificant scent.
It helps me to wax nostalgia.
Had I a camera, I'd
Capture the smoke and the
Allure of how it curls, how it
Creates a seductive dance for me.
...tomorrow, I'll throw my lover away.
June 3, 2007
Suge
One insignificant pack,
But it amounted to a
Treasure chest of gold to me
And for two days, I was rich...
Coughing and choking on phelgm,
But rich.
Ball and chain-bound to these
Fits, I adore how the
Smoke tickles my throat,
The way it stains my clothes
With it's insignificant scent.
It helps me to wax nostalgia.
Had I a camera, I'd
Capture the smoke and the
Allure of how it curls, how it
Creates a seductive dance for me.
...tomorrow, I'll throw my lover away.
June 3, 2007
Suge
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Hold on! I can explain everything
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