concealed weapons
delicately labeled
and
inanimate.
a constant consideration.
wrestling with possibility,
i putter around the apartment
write a poem
brew a cup of tea.
forget you.
what can you offer me?
an ounce of simplicity
for a pound of complications
your ending lines are always so dang powerful, they give me chills each time. but that last line is how i feel everytime i wanna take a toke.
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