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Clear pictures of dense smoke
Risen again to find frames
Abundant captures, yet few surface
Of desires lone to grasp
On the hill, walks adjust
Each as a sleeping shadow
Woken afresh to light
Celestial wanderers in shape
Roads upon which we tread
Step by step towards wonder
Has halted paces once again
For the brightest wanderer shines
Farewell those lips of cotton
That swept mine as polished
Departure, most then recall
How gathered pieces apart fall
When stars together collide
Mostly a flame, forever alone
Of twos to one, yet alone
Thus spreads fire perfume
At dust the recollection
Hues in the skies
Burnt pieces to ashes
Smokes arranged on forehead
Aging old and wise
To breathe in content
Few hours to midnight.

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