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To Smoke
Smooth tube drawn to my lips
with the flick of my bic
the tip burns red
paper and tobacco become ash
smoldering gray streams
straight up in ripples
like a satin ribbon in the wind
with the flick of my bic
the tip burns red
paper and tobacco become ash
smoldering gray streams
straight up in ripples
like a satin ribbon in the wind
Published 17th Sep 2013
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17th Sep 2013 5:27pm
17th Sep 2013 5:30pm
Anonymous
17th Sep 2013 5:54pm
short and a smooth draw tl
strider
strider
17th Sep 2013 6:04pm
When I did smoke I loved it...having a rough time, been thinking about my old "friends"...:)
Thanks strider!
Thanks strider!
Anonymous
17th Sep 2013 7:15pm
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17th Sep 2013 10:07pm
Anonymous
17th Sep 2013 8:12pm
You have the memories to carry you through...as evidenced by your poem :) I appreciate the courage it must take to give it up. I know of the longing to be with old friends encased in quotes or not :D Now you have the adventure of making new ones :)
17th Sep 2013 10:08pm
Anonymous
17th Sep 2013 11:34pm
You're welcome friend...great accompanying pic btw :)
17th Sep 2013 10:08pm
17th Sep 2013 9:14pm
I can't say that a cigarette would get me misty
But a joint!? Yea baby, THEN, we'd be talking!! lol
still, love the imagery of ur ink! :)
But a joint!? Yea baby, THEN, we'd be talking!! lol
still, love the imagery of ur ink! :)
17th Sep 2013 10:08pm
17th Sep 2013 10:04pm
Beautiful description of a burning smoked cigarette (although I recognise smoking's health effects are not so beautiful).
17th Sep 2013 10:10pm
In the back of my head that's exactly what I think about ..the health issues that come with smoking!Thanks SS.
Anonymous
19th Sep 2013 4:38pm
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