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Weed rolled and folded like delicate origami fresh brown toasted Cohiba carefully spinkled Now the grass that makes us blurry lick the side to crease those wrinkles time to light, breathe deep for that first hit the glow is mesmorising this brings us together,  we share a hit burns slow and smooth, like sharing a kiss The Ash rains down hand to hand from lip to lips smoke so deep we could drown slowly it burns Ashes to ashes Stephen Ross