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A Sonnet of Doja Cat’s “So High”

My brain’s tainted meat fit to fall a dog

My heart has now forgotten gravity

Tension from my sinews slips into fog

The deeper I breathe, the higher I sink

*

My tongue is a stinging nettle and my

And my lungs have never truly smelled more

Nothing courses through my veins and yet thy

Remnants shocks through my defenseless mind horde

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I’m getting lost in the black of your eyes

Joys of old cower to your blurry face

Lost in the spaces between the dust mites

World enhanced and senses dulled, gods erased

*

Two brief moments of three submersions deep

Ten pounds lighter puts my body to sleep

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