We keep the dead close to us
A communion, to remember
with fresh burns on the pads of my fingers
Wisps of amber incense
washing over me.
Lazy July days in the graveyard
Pondering alone
Drinking in leaves, with acid memories
I´ll trade you burning amber
for a hit off that joint
White chocolate
to melt in your mouth
in exchange for company.
I would give anything for adventure if you would give everything for love.
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