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You faint,
and you cry,
and then you get high.
Dilated pupils on dark brown,
makes him wish you had never come to town.
With weed in your pocket,
your arm around your girl,
who's to say that they won't hurl?
Endless days and lonely nights,
to comfort yourself,
you go to new heights.
- by Dreaminginred2006 |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 02/09/2009 |
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- Title: High
- Artist: Dreaminginred2006
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Description:
What I would say to this stoner I know...
Please comment, but no flames, or I will hunt you down with a pitchfork. - Date: 02/09/2009
- Tags: high stoners crack weed
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- Sasori rocks puppetry - 09/03/2011
- It's an interesting poem. Very weird vibe
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