My sweet thoughts have through the ages
turned indeed to complete blank pages
As in a book with a rotted cover
I open my heart and you discover
The depths of my thoughts my loyal hearts beat
And in between shots we finally meet
We smoke a bowl we do a line
I finally feel whole knowing you are mine
But it is all in my head because to you
I know I am dead
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Author:
deadlysexy (
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