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Jan 2010
The smoke lingers
up by the ceiling
changing colours
green, yellow, and red

I'm lost in it's sway
it almost reminds me
of birds in flight
or leaves in a zephyr

But then I remember
that all these thoughts
are just ***** and awful
poetic images.
Alexander Lloyd Twyman
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