lift to drag
By magg77
the smoke curls up from my freshly lit cigarette wrapping itself around thoughts of you as they drift slowly,lovingly from my clouded mind ashes drop as i lift to drag as if pieces of mistakes made in years past my ashtray is full of them they scatter on the desk i know i could clean them up but what good would it do? when i'll only light another and drop more as i lift to drag. Written February 23rd, 2002 © on Feb 23 2002 11:08 AM PST 0 • 1
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"the smoke curls up..."