High Times

Walking into life,


Whisper of breath,


stranded holding

a glass pipe

full meth…


Driven insane

wander lazily


the back-alleys..


Storm waves

times in rhymes

quiet days

forgotten times..


Don’t let go!

High Times

High Times

Been sometime now

since i held a pipe!


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