Kush

Farewell my need is malnourished.
I am a tourist and not the surest.

So far away and I lust in my heart.
So the distance is tearing me apart.

I need not to think such things maybe.
But the world has been ending lately.

I love your little nuances in words.
But grasp of what you want is absurd.

My heart and my soul need nourished.
To starve my skin I ask do I endure this?

Your sentences my eyes read daily.
You’ve been materialistic too here lately.

To rescue me I need a little push
from the burn of some kind kush.

I fade away for reality exchanged
words but not to pacify kills all sane.

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