Sour scents fill the air,
Caressing me into a calm.
Cloudy and dense,
I fill my lungs.
Caught up in the high,
I lose myself.
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Eli (Pseudonym) (
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Comments1
Beautiful. This resonates with me. It’s easy to lose ourselves when we’re “caught up in the high”. Thanks for sharing.
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