Hanging all around the air, a silent reminder of all the sweet pain.
Wherever I go, it finds me there.
I can hardly breathe and yet it's keeping me sane.
Brings back in my mind that runaway love, and a little shiver around my shoulders. Always quiet, always scared... every step, every threat, every day.
Never knowing what next to expect, but that wintery smoke would always keep me safe.
With that tenderness of love, and a tinge of pain, that smoky chill would completely fill me in.
And even on the day I die, the winter smoke will enclose me in its warm embrace.
Oct 10, 07
6:27 pm
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Chilling.
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