Scented Ash

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poem is about nobody in here in the soup

I've walked up blueish poles. Gazed upon beautiful ogres. Sampled minty auroras. Vomited the bleeding, unforgiving cold. I've waltzed a million lily ponds. To seek a mirage called bliss. Despite the perils that swirl Beneath the horizon of all dreams. I've put my face to fire. To kiss a blossoms' lips. But in the end was given a muzzle of sweet needles. -the haunt of scented ash.

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