She said:
''What is better, is it the burning incense or pot's? ''
I said:
''Your presence already altered my mind, pot will add up or cancel out that effect, which one you prefer? ''
She said:
''I want to be your incense,
while your high from cleaning my skin from my natural water
mixed with you skin's pot.''
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