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Always High
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June 2004 Poetry No drug,
no fake feeling,
can make me feel as high,
as when I think of you.
Just one memory,
sets me above the clouds.
Just one smile,
sends me to the stars.
Just one dream,
makes me feel alive.
Floating above the rest of the world.
If I ever lost you,
my high would become low,
my skies would turn gray,
my stars would fade out,
my dreams would turn to nightmares,
and I'd fall.
Fall through the stars,
past the clouds,
straight down,
where love's forgotten.
~*~ Jill ~*~
