High
as i inhale the cloud white smoke,
and listen for the beats and the groves in the song,
a stealthy trail of tears roll down my face,
as now im faced with a sudden notice of reality,
i am now open-minded and now care free,
i begin exhaling the now sour burning smoke,
and feel the cold air compress against my back,
thats when i hear the song begin to fade away
- andrea samano
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