patienceA Poem by smearashes fall from her cigarette into my hands and over my clothes as i look, from down on my kneesashes fall from her cigarette her thoughts are slow each night ive waited for her i need her time i breathe in the smoke i could stay on my knees for hours late hours like these, we save for sleep in some ways i am, © 2016 smearAuthor's Note
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StatsAuthorsmearvestal, NYAbouthi! my name is smear. im 22, agender, and love to draw and write. also make music. i go by they/them pronouns. more..Writing
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