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poetry while high duh huehue
I make myself a kite that I think
It will get me through the light
And once i finish this chapter
The sun will be brighter
Now I look through the window
And see the most beautiful widow
She's looking at me
But,
I don t believe in destiny
The way she shines in black
I just can't look back
I'm flying my kite
Hoping she'll might
Go with me through that light
The wind is too slow
My heart will grow
Like a long time ago
When I last seen her
Making my life cleaner
Nothing to replace it
No pills alcohol or herb and meet
More beautiful people on the street
This time is a different block
Where people don't mock
Don't smack
Don't smoke crack.
