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Mar 2017
The drugs are kicking in
So is my second wind
Work was such a shame
My blistered hands touch the bar
She looks at me from across the water
Sauce tossed and full of lip gloss
Making my heart warmer than sweat dripping from a convict's head
I go outside to have a smoke
She followed me but I didn't know
She said hello and may I have a smoke
One **** and she was far from a choke
Inhaling deep as if she was about to go
But she was mine
And this I know
She left in my car
We zig zagged
Into the home
We binded for long
Grant me this moment
It's better than the drugs I know
Written by
Don kingsley  25/M/States
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