SmokeA Poem by Siddhartha ChatterjeeAbstract
I could use a real drink.
Or I could exist in the hopes of one. Either way, A wisp of smoke sums it up. © 2019 Siddhartha ChatterjeeReviews
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StatsAuthorSiddhartha ChatterjeeToronto, CanadaAboutThe appetite rests on a small portion of twilight. more..Writing
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