"Hey", I told him,
with a photo of my ashtray;
A slim piece of a bark
decayed and broken
in the shape of a wing,
with the smoke of the herb.
"I call this the Skinny Angel Wing".
The man of man words, he is
muttered without hesitation:
"It does look like an angel wing,
On fire."
-Uththara-
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