Peeling fog rises
Before a lamplit sunset,
Like silver petals;
The pipesmoker’s summer ends
As dark autumnal vines
Enshroud the tempering bowl.
The Opium Den on the End of your Street
The reflection and archane ritual of a single smoke filled room
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The Opium Den on the End of your Street
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