I keep imagining I smell the smoke of your cigarette
Breathing deeply in to comfort myself
but when I turn around I find noone there
Tears well in my eyes as I wonder why my mind would play such a harsh trick
What have I done to deserve this trickery
The once calming smell only puts me in a furry once again.
Friday, September 18, 2009
Trickery
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