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Slow Burn

by Corey Drover

Rings around my head
Not halos for they
dissapate too quickly
Their fluid motions
in the air remind me
of clouds somehow

The slow but mild burn
in my throat shows
me that I am alive
It's a sick pleasure

Puff some more on it
and learn the simple
things in life that
can make one happy

It whiles away in
between my fingertips
as I compose
The steady falling of ash
like some slow moving
dried out waterfall

Many discourage it
Their words louder than love
I shall not be dissuaded
from my own choices
My pitfalls are my own

The subtle end
That last inhale
And what to do next

True magic is to find
true happiness in such
a simple act

06/27/2002

Posted on 06/27/2002
Copyright © 2024 Corey Drover

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