Hallucinations
Hallucinations in the sound of the wind
and the doors of our favorite place;
Sounds in the woods
and the roar of the waves,
all I see is your face;
The carnival ride of a head trip
clouding my cheeks and flushing my thoughts,
focused on this altered state of mind
drawn in by the euphoria of hallucinations;
The clarity in the dark of this vision
sometimes you don’t need to know;
Your heartbeat is louder than words;
The soundtrack to these hallucinations.
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