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Mar 2019
I'm not talking about morphine;
Much less dopamine;
I speak of sensations;
Of colors, sparkles and emotions;

I speak of bright colors of space;
Verses that deliver us from disgrace;
I speak of glittering eyes;
And the power to fly through the skies;

Let the world take care of you;
Let everything stop being so blue;
Get out and feel the rain;
And let it take away your pain.
Watcher
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Watcher  19/M/Brazil
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