Poetic Blues

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Pull up your hair, remove your shoes or w/e makes you feel at home.
I welcome you to my humble abode; here is my flow.
There are the Febreze fragrant plugs throughout the room.
Following with a Blue Haze incense burning in the back.
The feeling is cool and the lights are low.
Small hues of orange bounce off of the wall, creating mushroom tops for the shadows.
There is no real playlist at hand, we make it as we go.
We flow with the rhythm of the beat to create the vibe we desire.
You chose comfort down on the floor with my life sized bear, Gary.
He sits in the corner next to my bed.
And hanging right above, is a dream catcher you keep asking about.
I can feel how open minded this session is making you.
It makes me low-key smile because maybe we do understand.
Mary Jane is the third party, opening our minds to explore deeper into our conscience.
We sit, shirtless, completely bliss.
In marvel we aren't shying away in discomfort of someone seeing the flesh we uphold.
We sit, debate, giggle, eat, and act obnoxiously goofy.
All to end up thinking we're fiercely in love.
Not with each other.
But with the thought process of the other.
Caught up in the moments we share in that room.
Filling the air with the past, a little of the present, and our dreams for tomorrow.
We intrigued one another and that was the best part of the room.
The never ending cloud of curiosity that corners our intellect.
And to end up how we are now.
Still slowly growing in that room, together.
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