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Meditation

This was the sixth one for the day
I placed it in the grinder
and twisted and twisted
It’s just how I wanted it
I placed it in the white paper
and rolled and rolled
I ensured none got away
I slightly run my tongue along the sticky area
Twist the end of the raw paper
Placed it in my mouth
Run the lighter across it swiftly
with my lips pressed against it
It was lit.
I was ready to begin my meditation.

(2015)

This poem is about Marijuana (Weed)

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