Brown Leaves

Hand rolled in a tropical country tourist who can’t afford off world trips use to hide from their mundane lives – it waits, safe in the air tight tube snuggles against my chest.  It waits to celebrate the mission accomplished by eating pieces of my heart and lunges – tiny bites, insidious the poison settles u muscle and mind.  But joy and pleasure outweigh imperfections, we all have out flaws.  I’ll snip the tip when the colonists are found – safe- light it to honor my men aboard ship – savior smoke before the long hibernation and home.


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