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Thursday, July 24, 2014

The Bedroom

The night is still on a July Thursday
Trying to write with not much to say
Channel NYC drive is on the TV
Traffic and city lights glow from what I can see
Fascinated by smoke from the burning incense
Creating shapes moving around in the distance
A room that’s filled with past, present, and color
Each aspect having its own traveler
Changing pace as time goes
Emotions left behind while the room froze
Locking in every memory and experience
Holding on to purpose and its unique essence
The incense can no longer burn
Another moment must take its turn
Remember the smoky fragrance
Still lingering in my absence

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