Damp Clouds
Clouds of magic appear to bring me away from the confrontation of reality....
I'm floating, everything looks soft
Everything's bright and a blur
Numb to anything
Funny to me, funny to thy
It was so funny it made us cry
Yearning for comfort of the spoon
While wondering about the mysterious moon
Wake up bewildered to still be within the sky
Oh damn I must be fucking high
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I’m a 17 year old girl who lives in the city of Lowell, Ma. I’m Hispanic and very proud of my Puerto Rican heritage.
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