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I look into a dream
a vail of ribbons
swirling into curls
in the air
meditation, drowning
into the sweet scent
of your burning dance
intoxicating
making love to my mind
till im numb
chanting that is my own
is a buzz
and no longer mine
as i disconnect
my release from this world
and my connection with it as a whole
i snuff you out
and i am
done
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