stoner
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Cherry the green on top
so the tobacco beneath burns enough
and shotgun that shit after it's all milked.
A reverse fire-breathing feeling takes over
as you exhale and maybe cough once or twice.
The stoner rolls up his weed. As he licks the blunt it hits him harder than before... he's a loner. No ones around to marvel his perfect roll game. No one is around to call him by his name.
