Every time I bring that glass
bowl to my lips and the bitter
green leaves dissolve into smoke
entering my body and leaving on
exhale I close my eyes
Music is blaring in front of me as
smoke drains from my mouth I lay
down and suddenly you're there with
me
I get high to escape but you continue
to exist in my arms I know its not real
but it's all I have of you
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Poetrylove /ləv/ noun 1. an intense feeling of deep affection. lust /ləst/ noun 1. very strong sexual desire. miss·ing /ˈmisiNG/ adjective 1. (of a thing) not able to be found because it is not in its expected place. 2. (of a person) absent from a place...
