Smoke till you missed the air.
Sip the fermented fruits once bloomed with green.
clothe your body in Cheetah.
Read with a friend with no urge to converse.
Lay under the Tree of Shade.
Bathe in the Springs of Innocents.
Sweat with a man in lust.
Feed the pigeon that flees.
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