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Smoke

Deep in the woods, you've gotten lost and fell to death.
It's okay, the witch will bring you back.  
In a glass jar, she pours the smoke down your throat.  
Close your eyes and follow the light.  
Keep running, don't look back.  
Follow the light towards your ecstasy.
 
I've seen the light outside of dreams, it's in my eye.
Pinch myself to know it's real.
My white light glowing in my room outside the door.
Spirit come shining down, send me to rest.
 
A_Failed_Artist
Written by A_Failed_Artist
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Author's Note
This is based on a dream I had a few years ago. Every now and then, I'll see a flashing whiteness when I'm laying in bed and I swear I'm never even close to falling asleep when it happens.
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