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As my breath escapes my lips, smoke unfurling from my lungs, I breathe away my sorrow and as I do... I begin to hum. The colors around me they seem brighter, My furry blankets swallow me whole, My lungs they burn like fire, Yet I find comfort in the smoke. Silly little papers stained with pink little hearts, I roll and roll and roll, My own little form of art. I press unto my lips, my own divine self-medication I inhale deeply--The Earths medicinal creation.
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Jul 17, 2024
Jul 17, 2024 at 4:54 PM UTC
Self-Medicating
As my breath escapes my lips, smoke unfurling from my lungs, I breathe away my sorrow and as I do... I begin to hum. The colors around me they seem brighter, My furry blankets swallow me whole, My lungs they burn like fire, Yet I find comfort in the smoke. Silly little papers stained with pink little hearts, I roll and roll and roll, My own little form of art. I press unto my lips, my own divine self-medication I inhale deeply--The Earths medicinal creation.
Medicinal Marijuana
MorbidKisses
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MorbidKisses
22/F/maine
Jul 17, 2024
Jul 17, 2024 at 4:54 PM UTC
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