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spiraling images recreating themselves with the slightest breath the intoxicating smell of sandalwood and patchouli fills my head with phantom images of a world I've never known but remember in feverish dreams and stolen moments I hear long forgotten chants rise and fall in sonorous rhythm against the cool marble walls of an ancient temple I see huge bronze statues of naked Gods before whom dance lithe girls in flowing gowns, their heads crowned with ivy as young men play Asian songs upon their flutes the sun - kingly and majestic, the source of all life - beats down upon the sprawling city and the fertile valley beyond watches as the city falls to sword and flame and inner decay mutely watches as the wind and sand and centuries wash over the ruins until nothing of these people exists save for in the mind of a fool who stares too long into the fumes of incense sticks
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