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Packed in a bowl, past the backpacks field like stars have been falling inside it, the minds a loose nuke flying like a jet, it has no intentions to come down to blow shit up, rolling on the moon, just took the opportunity to decrease the explosive waves from this kush, abandon but graffiti haunted like my lungs, I say I’d save this draft but I got, a black book for a corpse, anxiety holds you back but for it it’s keys and the doors are hidden behind the door behind the sun while I light my blunt it’s in the mind until it’s become a voice that somehow made it to your eardrum like a heart beat made out of stars for vital signs one hit might get me to mars fuck it got that spacex shit, til we say we finally do this, you are all I got on figment inside a heart shaped bong and an octopus shadow illuminates from within side, what’s packed is formed like a ufo, I don’t think I will wake up tonight
will you wake up by me just to get high it’s almost 4:20 in the morning like it do night
© Eyesinthedark
will you wake up by me just to get high it’s almost 4:20 in the morning like it do night
© Eyesinthedark
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