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bad habits
you flick the ashes with a careless grace,
elegance, your lips curled around your cigarette
something sensual in the way you hold death
loosely on your fingertips
the morning lies stinging on my cheeks
too cold to be out
your sweat still lingers on my skin
and my ears ring with lovers whispers
secrets softly spoken in the dark
you blow smoke rings as if to say
it doesn't matter
existentialism expressed
with the easy way you speak
holding your cigarette between your teeth
elegance, your lips curled around your cigarette
something sensual in the way you hold death
loosely on your fingertips
the morning lies stinging on my cheeks
too cold to be out
your sweat still lingers on my skin
and my ears ring with lovers whispers
secrets softly spoken in the dark
you blow smoke rings as if to say
it doesn't matter
existentialism expressed
with the easy way you speak
holding your cigarette between your teeth
Published 28th Nov 2014
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29th Nov 2014 4:19am
29th Nov 2014 11:52pm
interesting, though it wasn't my intention for him to be sinister :)
8th Dec 2014 2:56am
Love the detailed scene of this Smoky mysteries person who casts a spell of carefree smooth and easy.
