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Burnt

I can taste the burned cinnamon that coats the air with a bitter film, a coarse tang. I smell the smoke and believe it or not all smoke smells the same to me this smoke from cinnamon bread smells like when i burned pineapple and sugar. this smoke smells like the time I lit too many candles with the window down, door closed, smoke alarm off Smells like burnt anything Tastes like natural want.
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May 18, 2014
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#fire#want#desire#window#smoke#sugar#candles#cinnamon
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