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The last cigarette in the box Its ash falling slowly towards the ground In its spiral decent, the flicker Light slowly fading out Unbeknownst to me, the bloom is still full I have been locked away placed behind a mirror I cannot see out Only the reflection within How did I awake in such a place? Did I willingly walk in? Or did some mirage dissipate languishingly In its wake, I find only the black rose Beautiful and silent

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