They pass it to me, I reach and take it, with one long drag I get my hit I feel it in my lungs, it goes to my head, I let it out and it's handed to me agian, I do the same but this time it's not, in my head there's a flame, burning hot, killing cells, pulling away worries, like I'm a clowd, floating through lifes flurries, not a problem in the world, not one nagging question, just sit there and stare, without any suggestion, I might as well be not there, or the only one in the world, until it's passed back to me, and once agian I am swirled, all my problems are wisped away along with my thoughts, leaving only me, to sit like a tree in that spot.
Reason for writing:
What this poem is about, is my one true love.
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