innocent smoke

by Dave Myers - Not entered

Smoke hangs in the air like my breath on a cold day or the 
love of a jilted heart before it implodes.				

Reason for writing:

    I was smoking a cigarette in my room when I was lonely and
the smoke was hanging in front of me and it hit me.    

Birth sign: Not entered
Date created: 1995-12-02 20:36:28
Last updated: 2021-03-03 14:38:42
Poem ID: 44611

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