Float and Flow

I’d hang like the smoke from my morning cigarette if I had the nerve. 

She was beautiful and dangerous is the memory you deserve. 

I’m ashamed of my desire. 

It’s the fire that starts the day. 

Until I’m nothing but an aftertaste of ash. 

A cancer you had planned. 

Author: The Unamused Muse

You know me better than I do.

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