Tag: Smoke

  • Some Smoke and Some Hope

    Some Smoke and Some Hope

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    by

    raetherainbow
    in

    Maybe he will taste more of smoke  and less of me when he will kiss my lips Maybe he will realise I am made up of ashes That I am fragile I may break down anytime That they might forget my face Who remembers things that burn and fade away? Ashes turn into dark confetti…