I've got my head in the clouds to live,
below them there is not a thought to give.
Past the heights of an eagles soar,
below the rain falls, it pours.
Potions lessen the lucid imaged site,
I'm dreaming above the clouds each night.
Medicated throughout the dizzied day,
above the height I'm forced to stay.
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Maplespal (Pseudonym) (
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Comments1
This wonderful short casts the image of being carried on drugs cloud. Well done
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