Adoration not only in your sounds
Its also important to find an image
The stars about your head now
Are nothing but a mirage
We hold more store in that smoke
That lingers between your lips
As you raise it with your two fingers
Hunched through the white paper
The flame burning as you suck
This profile of you is stuck
With faces like that glowing out
How could anyone hate you
Backed by that look of calm power
Appearing at the right hour
smokin aces
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