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Deep Space Session
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High? I feel myself sore
Through the bright blue sky
I smoke myself up some more
In order to feel at ease
With the breeze
I fly away
Mind drifting amongst the birds
Singing me a sway
Higher than the moon
Gliding through space
Experiencing the scenery universe
Watching each star mend into lace
Across the Milky Way
Imagine seeing the planets a line
Sun covering up the moon if it were a scarf
Bearing an eclipse in front of my eyes
Higher than the world
I feel as if being the only girl
Smoking my hash, smoking my weed
Smoking the good taste of honey oil
Revolving around me
Isolated in exhaled hot boxed smoke
Realizing I am just in a session
Now is my next toke
