Flowers and Stardust Wrapped in Fairy Wings

I'm rolling up flowers and stardust into fairy wings. So fragile, so delicate - I can taste the strawberry flavor on my lips. It burns. The nicotine intoxicates as I manipulate the leaf this way and that with my tongue. 

I light it up and it burns like a dream. The remnants rise up toward the heavens; the flowers dance in my lungs. I expel the demons. I expel my demons.

The flavor - so sweet; the effect - so rich; I can only finish half.