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To Innocence
I think, think and think
what I get in the end
a tray full of ash
and a room full of psychedelic smoke
The age of innocence
pure and serene
no delusional perceptions
no suicidal ideations
and no dysphoric trances
That was the unrivaled time of my life
I miss you Naïveté
I miss you with all my heart
I hate this period of intelligence
I hate this highly rated hour
Please come back
Innocence
my life is craving for your arms
please be my pillow once more
and take me to the underworld of oblivion
for ever
April 11,2009
poem
by
Dr Kamran Haider Bukhari
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