Four twenty

I inhale so that my mind may finally feel empty

Impossible, so many memories circulate, plenty

Waiting for it to kick in while I indulge on spaghetti

A quick sip of henny

It starts to kick in and I feel super friendly

My thoughts hit deeper, and my heart feels heavy

I lay down, I dive inwards, gently

I am always ready

But when I am on a higher ground

I always feel more steady

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