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receptive
“She’s forgotten how I was stuck on the way she was shredding the kush with the bit of the light that’d glow, from her eyes she says she don’t drink but she drank before, she said she hates being alone but been all alone in the dark while I lit a blunt hoping she’d come right out of my mind, she left me fill up the bong up with the rain that fell while the thunder tried to light up a hit for a distant connection, I’d fight my way, trying to make it out alive, am half dead now but the kush still receptive, an the lights you see on I’d see them off”
© Eyesinthedark
© Eyesinthedark
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