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Sidewalkin to podualted rhythm, feet tip touchin the cold concrete as people fly by in a well choreographed play.  Mind flying at heights typically attainable by those desperate and enslaved to substance.  No more, no more pain and desperation.  I have put that behind my back out of the direct line of sight, now merely a recorded act in my existance.  Something is missing still, feelings of emptiness pressurize my cranium thinking and grieving my loss.  Feelings of ecstacy stopped, drowning in the tears streaming from my face.  Only to be relived thru dreams.