Fascination
A rough grinding sound;
A quick, quiet pop;
It dances in the wind.
A smell most would reject;
A power all should fear;
It captures my gaze.
A release of the trigger;
A small puff of smoke;
It is gone.
A wandering mind;
A replaced thumb;
It starts.
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