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After The Smoke

Poetry By: elmoshurtside

Tags: Smoking, Peace, Love

Well, you'll figure it out.

Submitted:Aug 11, 2010    Reads: 46    Comments: 0    Likes: 0   

Outside your backdoor

We all stand in formation.

I watch the smoke fill your lungs

And I wonder how it feels

Does it burn as it goes down

Or is it smoothe both down and out

Does it hush your mind

And bring a certain peace

No more wonders

Its my hit

Smoke enters my mouth and throat and lungs

Its nice and smoothe

And as i blow out the smoke

I blow away all my stress

All that remains when the smoking is done is me and you

No stress

No thoughts

No nothing

Just me and you.

Oh, and that love i always feel for you.

Baby, blow me a smoke ring

And confuse my mind

Kiss me and blow me smoke

Look at me and you know

That all thats left


Me and you

And that love that i feel always for you.


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