Over bread, I’m twisted up like challah bread
More motion than Chalamet last year’s end
Charmander how I’m gushing flames
Charming man, they’re gushing
Blushing because of my fame
I have to get it and that’s today
Tactless blunt I call it plain
Flavours in blunts you only get when the bud’s still wet
On a plane east of west
Circumnavigated Asia on wing and wet deck
What direction was Java?
Poster maker made a mess.
Alchemisland 
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