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Soul High I don't need personality enhancers, fake confidence, mellow mood setters, the air I breathe should be my sole high On my skin the sun injecting warmth,love,life curing this infection. My blood flowing,cleansing like hard,cold,rushed rain lessening this internal pain. All the self stabbing views flushed into the green- the earth,my constant. As the pure white smokes rise from my lungs to the skies once again to return to have me washed for new highs. Sniffing dry lands as each drop pops the savannah for sustainance, I elevate to minds unknown;but to self. I have tried. So you see!? I don't need personality enhancers, fake confidence, mellow mood setters, the air I breath should be my sole high. But; this one's for you ... a character enriched,spirit lifter for an absolute and premium after shock. Copyright © Dec 2004, All rights reserved