newhigh

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fogged glass, traced with hearts
breathing stops, heartbeat starts
legs crissscrossed, soul intertwined
confused your drumming chest;
with that of mine
show me passion- teach me art
hold my hand through every part
take over my mind - help me fly
within your body i found my high





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