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Smoke
Spindling ribbons and reaching arms,
They consume and release me,
In the quiet of dawn.
Both erratically pale and deeply black,
I am engulfed and comforted,
By the sweetness of smoke.
Burning tendrils and calming fingers,
They coax and caress me,
As I try not to choke.
You burn and you blaze,
While I die in the haze,
Of honouring you.
© watchingthedarkness
They consume and release me,
In the quiet of dawn.
Both erratically pale and deeply black,
I am engulfed and comforted,
By the sweetness of smoke.
Burning tendrils and calming fingers,
They coax and caress me,
As I try not to choke.
You burn and you blaze,
While I die in the haze,
Of honouring you.
© watchingthedarkness
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