Poem -
What if you don't make it
Dopamine kicks and the razor howls , singing pretty blues with a picture full of cloudsÂ
I'm tugging tugging tight in sure footed and I'm weak , reading my disguises as my little lips speakÂ
So come and pull me higher yes higher , let's mirage together and gather everything that's left of this, imagine when and if it never leftÂ
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Interesting poem angel