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Brown leaf rolled
Time compressed—
Guardian of truths unconfessed
Blade’s cold kiss
Flame’s embrace—
Wisdom wakes in smoky space
Brown leaf rolled
Time compressed—
Guardian of truths unconfessed
Blade’s cold kiss
Flame’s embrace—
Wisdom wakes in smoky space
Slow burn low glow
Let the bitter undertow…
Turn to honey on your tongue
Ash won’t break
Time’s own shape—
Hold the fire ’til you’re undone
Smoke rings rise
Fragile spheres…
All life’s joy and all its fears
No grand speech
Just the heat—
Truth that makes the wise retreat
Slow burn low glow
Let the bitter undertow…
Turn to honey on your tongue
Ash won’t break
Time’s own shape—
Hold the fire ’til you’re undone
Shorter now the ember sings—
Fingers know what ending brings
When the final flame departs
Ash still holds…
…two beating hearts
Cigar’s creed in ember’s creed:
Every soul must plant its seed
Not in shouts or gold displayed—
In the **scent**that **stayed**
Brown leaf rolled
Time compressed—
Guardian of truths unconfessed
Blade’s cold kiss
Flame’s embrace—
Wisdom wakes in smoky space
Slow burn low glow
Let the bitter undertow…
Turn to honey on your tongue
Ash won’t break
Time’s own shape—
Hold the fire ’til you’re undone
Smoke rings rise
Fragile spheres…
All life’s joy and all its fears
No grand speech
Just the heat—
Truth that makes the wise retreat
Slow burn low glow
Let the bitter undertow…
Turn to honey on your tongue
Ash won’t break
Time’s own shape—
Hold the fire ’til you’re undone
Shorter now the ember sings—
Fingers know what ending brings
When the final flame departs
Ash still holds…
…two beating hearts
Cigar’s creed in ember’s creed:
Every soul must plant its seed
Not in shouts or gold displayed—
In the **scent**that **stayed**
Slow burn low glow
Let the bitter undertow…
Turn to honey on your tongue
Ash won’t break
Time’s own shape—
Hold the fire ’til you’re undone
Smoke rings rise
Fragile spheres…
All life’s joy and all its fears
No grand speech
Just the heat—
Truth that makes the wise retreat
Slow burn low glow
Let the bitter undertow…
Turn to honey on your tongue
Ash won’t break
Time’s own shape—
Hold the fire ’til you’re undone
Shorter now the ember sings—
Fingers know what ending brings
When the final flame departs
Ash still holds…
…two beating hearts
Cigar’s creed in ember’s creed:
Every soul must plant its seed
Not in shouts or gold displayed—
In the **scent**that **stayed**