Monday, May 13, 2013

THE WHITE CLOTH TAINTED; RED. Of cigarettes and booze.

The taste of liquor
A burning scent of smoke

On my lips
On my hair
On every inch of my skin

Leaving a trail
On my back
On my shoulder
On my neck

Lingering.

How can you do
what you did
and still
look them in the eye?

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