"I love my weed and roses. The only two that makes me feel good inside, and to share with a woman I grow a vibe with. Love the fragrance, the type that burns slow, the other to bring a smile to show she's special and wanted. I love the weed and how it blows, roses I see as my voice for words not spoken, I love how they come in many colors. The green with no stems or seeds, blows my mind. While the roses are red by the dozen, willing to profess my heart's worth. I love my weed and roses. They're the only ones I want when the world finally gets me."
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