I lie
on the lid
with a joint in my lip
lit
I'm happy with an ounce
hiding in my back pocket
as I stare at the end of the boundaries
Through the fog the sky is white
Tonight an octopus ejects black clouds
It's no longer stable
Here I hear thunder
Strange there's no lightning
only darkening
1 comments:
it touches me
when THC is effective
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