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Weightless white floating flecks

Sweat rolling down my chest.

A ring of stone, a cone of wood

The only things, understood.

Transformation, freed through flame

Hopefully less, remains the same.

1198

I think I’m gonna be sad

I think it’s going away-

Although I’d rather be glad

I know it’ll be okay.

1197

Beer for brothers

Three for three.

Many things shared

Not all by me.