The gift of the baggie, the smell of the contents make my heart weep, the sticky green on my fingertips only a bowl away, come with me friends and remeber our youth and reinvent ourselves by this wonderous plant, inhale and catch the vapors and rise above the ashes, come with me to a place thats still sarcred,Birth sign: Virgo
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