The Pen That Bleeds

The random prose and poetry of http://myunreality.tumblr.com

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Puff Puff Pass
   I feel that sweet smoke
   fill my lungs and soon it comes
   that sweet numbness in my face
Puff Puff Pass
   and as we sit here
   we talk of things and dreams
   that ring so right and free
Puff Puff Pass
   our day will not be wasted
   like we are so far
   responsibilities we have
Puff Puff Pass
   we’ll get things done like always
   I know as I blow
   that smoke through my lips
Puff Puff Pass
   time to put the pipe down
   time to get goin’ to the workin’
   and later when it’s done we’ll
Puff
   Puff
      Pass.