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Sep 2015
I lit the incense cone and placed it on a cold cream cover.
Half burnt, realizing the cover was plastic
I didn't bother in taking it off.
When it had almost reached the bottom, I eagerly stared at the red-orange ashes.
The green covered at started melting
Then, the remainder of the cone dropped through the melt
And ashes and the smell of disappointment filled my room
Eve
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