Blunt rolled with poetry.
And I haven’t been back down since.
Flick my fingers fluidly in freestyle puddles.
Decompress, process, always scanning.
Push a couple of lines through air.
Fill spaces with mildly sweet spices.
Unmistakable aroma, you probably have some too.
Filled with several different strains, afterward, you need another.
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