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Ignition Point

ignite me with your flames made of colourants and chemicals.

i wanna be high off of the same thing you're on.

for you live with so much zest, you could be tripping off of edibles.

and i wouldn't mind joining you if it meant you, my love, turning into a song.

burn me with your lips and leave a ring of fire against my face.

i want to be at the exact place where you lay.

if i can get just a hint of you, just a trace

i promise i can give you more pleasure than that roll of mary jane on your windowpane.

but you denied

and i cried

and we both died

as i held the both of us at ignition point, blunts aiming at our heads.

i guess that's what happens when you finally get high.

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last poem for a while