eveynight you'd come back
I could smell the weed lingering on your clothesit's funny that even though it stunk you always felt minty fresh
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Poetry For The Wandering Mind
Poetrythis is some poetry, some personal, some not. Enjoy!
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eveynight you'd come back
I could smell the weed lingering on your clothesit's funny that even though it stunk you always felt minty fresh