Mozart makes me
feel like
I'm soaring through
cotton candy clouds of
pure joy; if joy were
fluffy and white, and
soothed every ache in
my body and mind.
Wolfie is far better
than booze and heroin.
As I lie here getting
older and closer to
death, I feel so young and
alive. I think I could
climb a tree.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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