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Mind doesn't seem to remember, much of what it used to,
when I get that pass, puff puff exhale,
seem to forget even more, feel like sitting on my cloud.
bridges ignite, as soon as I scratch the match,
or click the lighter, place it on the green,
and take off, on that short road.
Come down off that towering state, start sinking lower,
until the time when, I am out of my body,
realize life is simple, nothing more than a pop up book.
I can try to flip my pages, and always end up paper cut,
edges are too sharp, can not figure out how to proceed,
so I just stare at the same, chapter of my life.
Land back in my body, safe and sound,
memories begin to return, become that itch in my mind,
no matter how much I try, it is always our memories.