She's the smoke.

by InvisibleHourglass   Mar 7, 2011

The smoke leaves his mouth
Like it's its own life.
Its own being.
It twists and curls
Like an inappropriate girl.
Wrapping itself around
Whatever it can touch.
But it can't sustain.
It bleeds and bleeds
Fainter and weaker
Like it's given too much too soon.
It evens out
It's just a haze
Then he let's out another puff.


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