Magnetic High Trimeric
Thoughts satin as my pillow,
not a trace of ideas racing;
Such brilliant lights all around,
starlight grin as I fall asleep;
Not a trace of ideas racing,
I inhale deeply and lean back;
Another day where I should be;
Such brilliant lights all around
so much warmth surrounds me;
How could I not be left glowing?
Starlight grin as I fall asleep;
Energized by the smallest steps,
magnetic high will lift tomorrow.
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