High

She was high,
drunk with vehemence and fervour.
She was reckless as an ocean and incessant as a storm.
She was a colossal naked soul
which even panoramic eyes couldn’t perceive.
She was a vestibule full of frenzy
and a verse even Shakespeare couldn’t think of.
She never strived for marijuana,
she could puff on her breath
and be high on her life.

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She was high,
drunk with vehemence and fervour.
She was reckless as an ocean and incessant as a storm.
She was a colossal naked soul
which even panoramic eyes couldn’t perceive.
She was a vestibule full of frenzy
and a verse even Shakespeare couldn’t think of.
She never strived for marijuana,
she could puff on her breath
and be high on her life.

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