My sweetheart
crude cannabis,
grabs dough off my pocket
and leaves me a kiss.
My sweetheart likes strolling
and flies like a kite,
goes out in the morning
and comes back at night.
My sweetheart likes driving (my car),
but I disagree;
when she’ll be dying (on the road),
I’ll be set free.
24.09.2021
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