Smoke that last one
All day looking at that smoke I let go
What it would be like
That perfect inhalation
Needing that beginning smoothness
Wanting to take time
But needing it for the head
right away
Well but the wanting
Got caught up and coughed out
Lost in the air
As I search
For some things more important
Then
The final high of the night
Coming all the sudden
Shall we save some for
Tomorrow
Before I can waste more air w/ the atmosphere
Later.
Real Tak
More is on its way.
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