this is what happens.

{ I only ask that you do not reply by criticizing weed in general. Thank you. }




One person.
Two people.
Countless hits.
One drug.
A green leaf. A little bud. My buddy.
My own world.
Inhale as me, Exhale as she.
Or am I she then me?
An alter ego
Is neither a friend nor an enemy.
Merely, another.
Two minds, one body.
May we coexist?
Is my well-being at stake?
Who do I prefer?

This drug, this mindset, this way of life.
Confusion. Relaxation. Therapy.
Necessary paranoia.
Release. Research. Reveal.
Make she me or me she.
Then please just let it be.

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very good poem. very well done and i think you captured the picture perfectly. and i do not think its right to judge a poem on what its about. just to let you know.

i think the main thing i liked was that you described your thoughts on it, not just how it made you feel. you were really connected in the words you used. well done. again.



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