Oh High Bandit · May 30, 2012
Imma High On.

My blood
runs rum
&
my body breaks up
like weed.

Eat me.
Drink me.
Smoke me.
Fuck me.

I'm way too high to write good poetry.
But I'll keep trying.

 
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