Floating-A poem

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Floating on the edges of reality;
Barely held by gravity.
I think about you and me;
Will I never be truly free?
"Floating, falling, sweet intoxication;
Touch me, trust me, savor each sensation."
How come, the words are so bright;
From the Music if the Night?
Your words muddle my mind, nothing is clear to see;
I guess it's not meant to be.

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