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Jan 2020
Take me back
to my first high,
to the first time,
that he and I,
sparked a bit,
of indica,
bloodshot red eyes,
take more hits,
to revisit,
before we split,
And life changed in a blink of an eye
take me backwards,
reverse time,
to my brother and I,
to my first high.
Lou
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Lou  20/F/Oregon
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