White Noise
Twisted thoughts morph into pure white noise, Tears trickling down, a quiet storm, She medicates, finding stillness inside, Calm as lips meet the bong’s soft embrace, Flame ignites with a tranquil deep draw, Herbal smoke swirls, a peaceful dance, Salted tears touch parched, quivering lips, White noise drowns the hurtful abyss.
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