Missing My Man
Tired joints lead me to bed Curl up on the side where you lay your head. You are not here, which is still queer.
Boy, I want to hold you Dive into your soul. We miss you; we’ll be strong while you are gone.
Puff on a roach Toke a pipe Maybe feel something -other than this.
Home is boring without you. Nights are for loving.
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