55 Tab Blues
What am I doing w/my high,
This night?
Whistling like a missile,
Sparking in my tissue, this high.
Starbursts surround me,
Heartbeat is pounding, this high.
Hot, this high…
Scorching and bright…
I might die from this high,
Tonight.
But if I don’t,
I’ll have a little something to write.
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