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Kush

We met in the summer of 15'
And I was young and stupid.
And in that moment,
Cupid showed himself.

I promised myself I wouldn't fall for you,
But then you flashed me your smile,
And it killed me in such good fucking ways.

And then you pulled out a blunt.
I was apprehensive at first,
But who was I to Judge,
After all,
You were my new summer love.

You promised me it'd only last for a moment,
And ten minutes later,
I was tasting colors.

And my god,
They tasted so good.
Green tasted like honey,
And blue tasted of Kush.

I didn't want to be broken,

But it happened anyways.


Dedicated to Mr. James Dean
Written by Fallen_Angel_194 (Angel.)
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