Write about your own cloud number 9 or write about the song by bryon adams
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Cloud Nine
By xxmissbells on May 23rd 2009, early evening.on topic Cloud number 9
She sits in the pantry and stares at the wall,
She's terrified that she won't be strong,
Everyone's staring, waiting for her to fall,
Everyone's telling her that she's wrong.
It's been awhile and the world's drifting away,
She's dying in the perfection; she says she's fine,
This is what she wants, come as it may,
She's jumping off of cloud nine.
She's terrified that she won't be strong,
Everyone's staring, waiting for her to fall,
Everyone's telling her that she's wrong.
It's been awhile and the world's drifting away,
She's dying in the perfection; she says she's fine,
This is what she wants, come as it may,
She's jumping off of cloud nine.
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By Snowing Kisses on May 24th 2009, late afternoon.
on topic Cloud number 9
on topic Cloud number 9
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BENJIEEEEe
By vda2015 on May 24th 2009, evening time.on topic Cloud number 9
HEYY BENJIE I REALLY LOVE YOU SO MUX!
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Shroomology
By Eli the Happy on July 22nd 2009, the wee hours.on topic Cloud number 9
the feeling rules over even the strongest men collapsing pride with a fist that remains so powerful yet so soft to the wandering eye. composed of matches and smoke the world begins to spin again. guarded by capital Ts in Shannon's garden of perfect pleasure serving baskets on merry men's beards. to shake the sexual into an elixir that may partake of and feel as i, a madman, do. strange how her eyes can look exactly as emeralds...can it be true? the insanity that haunts my library is real. no figment but the very thing i love. a wave arises, washing every strange and peculiar emotion away. down into the abyss of temporary splendor. compelled by the ancients to sign the death of evil for no reason. i hesitated due to habit. then i ran as far as i could into the rabbit hole, every inch looking different and more beautiful than the last. like a glimpse through a jester's telescope. made on the dark suns in the furthest of far galaxys. named Cloud nine.
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