Gudang

The tip flares, smoke rises.

The trip begins, to reach cloud 9.

The taste of caramel, the scent of chocolate I start to float, I feel so high.

The flare dies out, paper reduced to ashes.

I’m back on solid ground, with the aftertaste of caramel.

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