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15. Smoked

I need you to hear me for my inner being yearns for you,

Although it seems you have become deaf to my callings.

Death like a plague has come with its corruption

And you being the utter enthusiast,

Took the long run with it.

Damn, your lack of trust has me on a high,

Although I sought for a different high

One that would engulf me entirely.

Indeed, I was high on you.

Filled with dizzy images, fast cars and the thought of a future.

Instead I got a better high.

A high that never dies yet loses me to infinity

Slowly it was ridding you.

My initial drug of existence and ecstasy being discharged and
burnt.

I was forgetting your breath each day

There was no turning back.

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