♨️ High
With all that's whipping world strong,
dirt stretching literally from ground,
living things have not time for thesis song;
hell reaching capacity & pouring out,
How do mine desires remain upon mouth?
Concerns turn to consistent life bouts,
if one would make eyes blazing star,
take a pick &
produce grander route -
put energy where you're lips are,
there's something for everyone to get high with a heart.
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