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Music pounding, I felt it in my bones Bouncing around my ribcage; The only place I've felt at home. This intruder destroying the walls of my heart. Debris falling like lead to the pit of my stomach. The dizzying lights And astounding heights. Falling through space, Seeing his face. Music pounding, I felt it in my bones Shaking around inside my skull Voiding every thought, zeroed and null. In a crowd of people, feeling alone. Each breath of cool air, through every pore. The dizzying lights And astounding heights. Falling through space, Seeing his face. Music pounding, I felt it in my bones. And I wonder, Where is my home? As I slept, I wondered, Where is my home?
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Mar 16, 2015
Mar 16, 2015 at 11:47 PM UTC
Reflections on Getting High for the First Time or The Night I slept in a Parking Lot
Music pounding, I felt it in my bones Bouncing around my ribcage; The only place I've felt at home. This intruder destroying the walls of my heart. Debris falling like lead to the pit of my stomach. The dizzying lights And astounding heights. Falling through space, Seeing his face. Music pounding, I felt it in my bones Shaking around inside my skull Voiding every thought, zeroed and null. In a crowd of people, feeling alone. Each breath of cool air, through every pore. The dizzying lights And astounding heights. Falling through space, Seeing his face. Music pounding, I felt it in my bones. And I wonder, Where is my home? As I slept, I wondered, Where is my home?
megan-hoagland
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Mar 16, 2015
Mar 16, 2015 at 11:47 PM UTC
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