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In the Clouds
It flowed through me like an injection, The kind that removes all of the pain, Making me lightheaded and giddy. This euphoria felt like freedom From the vice twisting shut on my life. Its fragrance was subtle but yet spicy Adding to the intoxication Seemingly prepared exclusively, And intended for just this purpose, Making me float on clouds of special In the vapor of being the one. There in the clouds, laughter mixed with mine Intensifying this foreign life. Here in the heaven of misty dreams I tasted the reason for being; Flavors of green apple and vodka Mingled with the scents of the seraph That made me sovereign- here- in my mind.
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