I was watching smoke one day.

I lite an incense
The tip glows a firely red
I place it in it’s bottle
The smoke slowly rises
I place my hand over the bottle
The smoke plays on my fingers
When I pull my hand away
Some smoke clings to my fingers
Then disappears
I feel so peaceful
The smoke played on the wind
Looking for a crack to escape through
It was tempting me
With it’s hypnotic movements
The some rose above me
Sallowing my body
Then I disappear

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