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I kept blowing my smoke in
his general direction,
he turned and looked at me once,

...and I can't help but keep wonder
how I changed his perspective;
his reality forever altered. 

He was ordinary, he was extravagant,
and now he was stoned. 
He only turned back around,
climbing higher up the wall.
Written by Pishashee
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