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newhigh

August 13, 2008
By Anonymous

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

The author's comments:
i wrote this poem about someone who helped me through more hard times than i can explain, but one specific time when everyone else walked out. when i found a new high, a safe high.

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