This smoke is killing me
When will the tough lesson be taught?!
Maybe I’ll stop
inhaling and choking
all that dank weed
we’re still smoking
when my heart
stops beating
bright and early
one dreadful morning.
~
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Good one, Kalina.
For just a few words, your poem was so powerful that it hit me so hard! I loved it!