TickA Poem by bluntdude
Contemplate to rotate the lighter,
give in or fight flames that grow higher. To control the temperature of Fahrenheit 102, ice is imperative as it calms the fire through. Air: feeds fire, escalating it to haywire. Unconscious, what is the fantasy, desire? Complimentary chemicals, fire melts ice, and ice cools fire, an everlasting pair, trice. Nice to have a negative for the positive, aspire. © 2013 bluntdude |
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Added on June 1, 2013 Last Updated on June 2, 2013 AuthorbluntdudeMary JaneAbout"The illegality of cannabis is outrageous, an impediment to full utilization of a drug which helps produce the serenity and insight, sensitivity and fellowship so desperately needed in this increasing.. more..Writing
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