it's a high life

Tell it to my face.

Saturday, July 21, 2007 @ 1:37 AM

My breath is separating from the smoke..
I remember the time your breath was mine intertwined with cigarette toxins.
A sign, I should have known.
I look into the distance.
I don't mind the fog. It's a reminder.

My cigarette is the fiery end of our damp relationship.

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