![]() SmokeA Poem by Frieda PI recall a time when I knew what it meant to breathe natural inhale, exhale of life scented with the essence of posies, then your smoke clouded my world constricting/blackening/poisoning my heart collapsed as if by nicotine why is there no patch for love
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32 Reviews Added on April 12, 2013 Last Updated on April 18, 2013 Author![]() Frieda PNJAboutIf you want to know me, read my poetry, it's all in there. I am a mother of three sons (my finest moments) a sister, a survivor and a little bit crazy. I lost my beloved sister to suicide, so you'll.. more..Writing
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