Cloud 9

Tue, 10/07/2014 - 13:06 -- zgstray

A message to the community.

Help me, please.

My brain has been replaced,

Stolen, I believe.

With butterflies and clouds,

so thick I can hardly think.

My eyes are as wide as the ocean,

while my grin slices the moon.

I know it won't last forever,

but your compliments are like music,

My ipod keeps clicking repeat.


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