Smoke

Smoke

A Poem by Victora
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just being real.

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The remedy is in the air
Dispersing as it goes 
Disappearing as if never there
These filters show the lapse of time 
I heal within minutes 
I'm so glad that it's mine
when I look down to see the rest
Twelve more chances stand in vertical lines
suddenly I don't worry
Because the future lies ahead
Suddenly life's so charming
With just me and these cigarettes.

© 2012 Victora


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This is awesome! Way to be

Posted 8 Years Ago


Not a good thing; a bad thing. Future shouldn't depend on "cigaretttes."

Posted 12 Years Ago



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Added on February 27, 2012
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