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Even Waves Look Back Sometimes...
It was our little corner
of the world, an antiquated
vehicle parked by a few,
renegade weeds, the night
processing ink spills of
ink wells, distilled from
past the outer limits,
past – present – future,
in sometimes chains,
broken.
It was there,
the
cherry coal of the soul of the herb,
making smoke
to
smoke,
making instant magic in the span of a toke,
electricity
in
the darkness.
What do memories mean?
Published 20th Sep 2022
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20th Sep 2022 9:44am
Instant magic in the span of a toke, that's a beautiful moment. It's the image perfectly.
LJ
LJ
20th Sep 2022 10:57am
Hi Cipher,
Hope all is well your end?
A sublime read!
BTW,the painting is beautiful?
Take care.
X
Hope all is well your end?
A sublime read!
BTW,the painting is beautiful?
Take care.
X
20th Sep 2022 11:11pm
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