High.

by Maelle   May 13, 2007


Mind is spinning, thoughts gone wild
Can't stand up, limbs are trembling.
Voices call, there's no one there,
Turn around, spirits stare.

Sounds of laughter in a pit of darkness
Flying high on sparkling clouds,
Eyes are staring, walls are spinning,
Though mind is floating, thoughts are drowning.

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