When I inhaled the canibus ,
the world lost its blandness,
or maybe I couldn't understand this,
but the light from the window apeared,-
spinning an dismal through my eyes ,
might have been the sun ,-
or my mind having a little fun ,
but i swear i saw ur face ,
or my mine got misplaced ,
this low has met its high ,-
an my pain doesnt disapear when i cry.
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Poem
Разноеfinally my sun as it kisses my face, my sun as i lay in my favorite place, it warms my thigh, finally my sun in the bright blue sky, lost in the ocean colour, its beams shine like a world of wonder, as it coreses the leave less trees throught there...
