The room spun
round & round,
up & down,
was swirling,
like we were
floating
on the high seas.
Laughter echoed,
the faces melted
back into the walls.
It seemed as if people
were crawling on the walls,
floating all around us
on angel's wings.
We had an absolute ball
inhaling the sensi
from the floor ****
the song about stairways
jammed on the airwaves,
I swear it felt like
we were spending time
in heaven.
Apr 11, 2014
Apr 11, 2014 at 10:39 PM UTC
The room spun
round & round,
up & down,
was swirling,
like we were
floating
on the high seas.
Laughter echoed,
the faces melted
back into the walls.
It seemed as if people
were crawling on the walls,
floating all around us
on angel's wings.
We had an absolute ball
inhaling the sensi
from the floor ****
the song about stairways
jammed on the airwaves,
I swear it felt like
we were spending time
in heaven.
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