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[bodytext] => Where are they where am i They are on a hot balloon ride catapaulting through the sky multi-coloured shadows cast around them as light belly dives into tarpaulin a spinning kaliedoscope carrying them to swooning heights look beneath, look around the landscape a lomo perfect blur motion picture soundtrack drama with a rave like frenzy of energy adrenaline coursing through in sweet sweet symphony higher and higher lower and higher undulations like the heart's trepidation as chills sprinting by like a pack of famished, feral wolves jostling them in a stampede of excitement Look up at the precariously billowing flame something looks like it's about to blow! Look down how many heart plummeting levels from the divine to the doldrums? Crane your neck further out this ship is on a precipice! On one side - pastel pretty meadows with rounded, child-proof hills and gentle slopes on the other - vertical black and white mountains where vultures lurk staggering heights and angry peaks. Look right, look left, Oh wicked, whiplash winds! Don't hurt me with your punishing strokes! Icy cold sweat on a burning forehead the precise moment a fever breaks shocks your body like a lashing on warm skin. Don't knock me off the valley of infinite possibilities, down the jagged cliff of terrifying disappointment! [comments] => 1 [counter] => 196 [topic] => 43 [informant] => CARAAAAA [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => oops )
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