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Hope As I sit there lost in thought, smoking, I began to see the birth of the world unfold before my very eyes. Through this smoke, past these lights there are continents and I don’t see any remnant of god left on this burnt and twisted planet. I’m unmoving, deep in thought.Hope
I smoke another.
Each puff burning less than the other, I hold its smoke in my lungs, that familiar calm. Exhaling smoke it floats wispily into the trees above me twisting around and teasing my eyes into seeing designs.
by ~alexpv
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