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| Pointless Ambition |
Whispering wisps of rising smoke
Dancing spreading
Aimless but directed
Upwards
Always upwards
Reaching
But losing cohesion with altitude
Till at last when reaching
the maximum height possible,
the smoke disappears forever.
With some smoke, the scent remains
Lingering for a while
But then its gone too
Forgotten into eternity.
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