could taste you and catch ketosis,
becoming so owned and dependent,
dirt on my soul clearing out your innocence,
inhale your chronicled inheritance
with thoughts of the herb's benevolence.
Always carefree and tranquil,
with so many reasons to be thankful.
You've been through with me through most,
compelled and accompanied with the moonlight ghost,
intolerant to your essence,
while replaying these epiphanies of a lesson,
if i could get lost in your world...
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