A New Type of High

April 21, 2009
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A couple of words,
trigger savage laughter.
A lopsided smile,
triggers a racing heart.
A shy exchange,
triggers dreams of forever.
Is this happiness?

My head swims with drunken bliss—
My hands dance in the air—
My feet weave around the room—
The memory of us,
drives me insane
Yes, this is happiness

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