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Dec 2016
when i was fourteen
a friend
who was altogether
a much nicer girl than me
asked what it felt like
to get high
warm i said
like your floating
but thats was a lie
it feels
like wrapping your brain
up in wool
with just enough space
for it to squirm
and hours later
after it unravels
you still itch
Sam
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