ive always liked the scent of pot
especially on a chilly night
it reminds me of home
of late nights at punk shows
being carried back to the car by my dad
of the skunk spray when we would sleep in the sun room on hot summer nights
it reminds me of good times from my middle school years
seeing bands no ones heard of and will never remember
it reminds me of all the fun times yet to come
it feels like home when it smells like pot
yes, its rather odd, but its comfort i know a few others have
its the sense of community and the scent of home
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Cherub
I relate to this poem, smelling pot late nights at a punk show brings me comfort
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