I thee take thy smoke in hand...
Taste buds blossom blumes fumigated by blandness for all this madness.
Hence forth with my aching pains...
Gives me none no new world gains.
Happenchance gasp's that choke my pipe's airid winds...
Again'st Gods laws of healthy body's house that goes on to detour all us
mouse's law breaking sins.
Categories:
blumes, death, health,
Form: I do not know?