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Abstracted Dec 2014
There is the smoke dancing through the gentle air.
Rising whirls of a diminishing fate contrasted ever so clear.
Pushed and pulled with out a care at all.
Becoming what is to become
From the ashes of what never was.
I love to watch smoke dance freely off of a substance abused.

— The End —