A mound of embers lays atop this perfect shape
Laying, on my tongue, the perfect taste
Washing away all the stress
That my mind wishes to caress
Lay it's eggs into my head
Shower me into my zen
Given time, I'll float away
But for now, addicted I'll stay.
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Author:
Noah (
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