SmokeA Poem by Victorajust being real.
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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