I breathe in the cool incense smoke from the metal brazier,While thinking about a poem for my dear friend Lu Wa.My sandalwood-hearted companion spits out plum blossoms of smoke,Looking like the cloudy fog of the other world.Perhaps it's the soul of my friend the old mountain manin the smoke's dense patterns?- Kan Po, in memoriam (undated)Incense extrême is the new fragrance by swiss niche
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