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Untitled. (Free verse) by LucidRevelation The rhythm of my breath
beats in sync
to the swirls of smoke
that curl
around your face.
This makes me weak
and needy
I envy the smoke
that curls
around your face
in the exact
rhythm
of my breath.
Undisrupted
and
undecided.
Up the ladder:
MotherF*ckers Who Fuck Above/Two Story Apartment
Down the ladder:
Sunday night is Curry night
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Posted: May 11, 2002 11:35 AM PDT; Last modified: May 11, 2002 11:35 AM PDTWeighted score: 6.0459466 Overall Rank: 1214 Comments:
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dilips_10 @ 203.197.190.98
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30-Jun-02/3:20 AM
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nice one
smoking causes cancer
very good. I like the way the alternating long/short lines reflect the breathing and the sensuality of the smoke. Not that i condone such a revolting habit. Just say no, kids.
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