Sequoia Holland · Jan 12, 2011
Like Smoke

Softly whispering,

Like smoke she drifts away

Transformed

By words you might have heard

But never really listened to...

I wrote this as a textual additive to an art piece I did after a particularly vivid dream I had. I was smoking a lot in the dream..
 
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