Trauma finds me high
Smoking weed with a buddy
It doesn't say bye
It just gets muddy
One hit, two hits, three hits, four hits, five hits,
Six hits, seven hits, eight hits, nine hits, ten hits
This drug gets past all the strips
And it's my best wing man in relationships
Flying past the demanding mind
Meeting in the clouds of thought
And it's quite nice till you are declined
And wondering why you first bought
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Violently Silent : Poetry
PoetryFrom the LGBTQ+ subjects that some consider taboo to the abandonment of others because of the things we cannot control, this poetry book covers all the things you'd normally not hear about. Everyone tries to keep us quiet. And I think it's about tim...
