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A B Perales Apr 2013
I  waited out the
night,
I sat cross legged
and high
and watched
as the sun rose
in the east
and created
shapes
out of
total
darkness.
A B Perales Apr 2013
Silent is the world
while high on *******.
Delicate are the choices
made at 2AM.
Forgetful is what one
becomes when all
they wish upon
is death.
Lost is the soul
of the addicted ones
who long no more
to be home.

— The End —