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The Smoke of Skies Burning

As I wait in my room,

The open window courts me,

With scents of the world beyond,

But above all, one must haunt the most,

For as the sun sets upon me, desperate and besotted,

An effluvium of smoke, somehow blue,

Precedes fading dreams,              

As still I remain,


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