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Mar 2013
how much must my eyes endure?
darkness stares lights and lures,
out from the still void comes one ray of hope,
its 4:20am and i sit here smoking dope.
i may get to sleep this off in some distant time,
probly at the county jail where ill be doing time.
no stems or seeds or any grass to smoke,
funny how a weedless cycle began with one ****.
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nathanthepoet  usa
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