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booboo

  • inscense stick

    the stick burns, ashes fall. i see your face in the smoke, touch it, but you disappear... and so i watchthe ashes accumulate, they are remainders of a burnt soul. ...

    • Poetry
    • Dramatic
    1 min read


You got rid of them. Yes, that's just like you. Getting rid of everything unpleasant instead of learning to put up with it.
— Aldous Huxley, Brave New World