So dark the smoke has made the room I sit
In circle with my love and long time friend
oh Spence your hair was crazy even then.
When lit you laugh and I drift in as well
So strong I feel the presence of your smell.
No fight she gives, a slut to those who roll,
Ignite with flame the greeness in the bowl.
She looks at me and gives a chipped tooth smile,
I sit and contemplate our love a while.
A sparkle off the imperfection shines,
to catch by glimpse and hold it fast in mind.
So when I hear your name a loud I smile,
your loves my first and has been for awhile.
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