Goodbye Again

Whirling twirling
brink of destruction
my ressurection intensified,
this morning I died,
when I came down,
from that last stifled trip
by the van suddenly
I missed you more than I ever have,
I felt so sad
and I cried electric blue tears,
away my fire hot fears
and now I'm tripping again,
searching once again for that perfect high,
and once again I say 

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