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Without direction.........

Floating in the air without direction 
Released from the burning tar 
Loosing sight and orientation 
Of the black dove that flew too far 

Untouched the ash keeps on burning 
Phased by the baldes of light 
Smoke-thick air in teh yearning 
Soucked quickly in a fright 

The bud remains,the whitness gone 
Ashtray full, not long cleaned 
Looked bright, easily shone 
Like the teeth of French Queen 

Holding now the heavy troubles 
The Ashtray keeps still and waits 
An obliged servant never blubbers 
Holding still for the balt

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