I'm living on a loose chain.
It lets me soar,
It lets me glide,
but oh the moment that I get too high,
It pulls me back,
It chains me down,
telling me baby you can't fly that high.
And I say…
I'm living on a loose chain.
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The Mr. Morphine...
PoésieA collection of short poems that came out of my interactions with Mr. Morphine.
