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upstairs         with              a                                             3am craving for some shisha smoke                                          the lemon lime and melon mint                                                                                                      to share a double apple                                                                                   and mix it with that cinnamon                                                                                                   to be not quite faded                                                                                                         only relaxed enlightened                                                                                                     to not lose the experience                                                                                                                                                                                                     remembering the faces                                                                                           at a later time still                                                                                                                                                              the laughs and inside jokes                                                                              in midst the growing cloud                                                                                      of flavorful smoke                                                                                             we sit smile breathe
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Jul 30, 2012
Jul 30, 2012 at 3:06 PM UTC
sweetsmoke
upstairs         with              a                                             3am craving for some shisha smoke                                          the lemon lime and melon mint                                                                                                      to share a double apple                                                                                   and mix it with that cinnamon                                                                                                   to be not quite faded                                                                                                         only relaxed enlightened                                                                                                     to not lose the experience                                                                                                                                                                                                     remembering the faces                                                                                           at a later time still                                                                                                                                                              the laughs and inside jokes                                                                              in midst the growing cloud                                                                                      of flavorful smoke                                                                                             we sit smile breathe
angiesea
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Jul 30, 2012
Jul 30, 2012 at 3:06 PM UTC
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