passing days go by, wishing for the time to reflect its light,
wondering how the rest of my night, will satisfy the love i desire,
roll around, spark the ignite, inhale and pass out...
stems and seeds are not required...
No stems, no seeds, it seems this happens really often,
but inhaling is only the first part,
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.
.
what you do with it is your own course...
part deux...
continued to excel, continued to parallel, on the course of higher expectations,
of love,
lust,
and desire,
no seeds, no stems,
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