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I sit and watch smoke. It is beautiful. The way it twists is captivating. It is white. It is gray. It is green. It is brown.

There is blue smoke dancing in the air. The allure of the sounds and the twirling of the bodies. Hypnotic. Entranced onlookers. It’s all a show. Fake smoke and blue light.

I sit and watch smoke. It is beautiful. The way it flips is captivating. I breath, and it turns to fog and haze.

The rifles make smoke. It smells sweet. No other smell like it. It smells so sweet. The sound is different. Chirps. We fire on and on through the night. The concrete walls hold the smoke.

I exhale smoke, and I let memories go. They hang in the air. I sit and watch. They twist, and they flip. Captivating. I breathe and watch them turn to fog and haze. It is beautiful.