Yesterday melts into smoke,
Translucent with time.


We were young and hungry,
searching for a truth we could not know.


She is a young masterpiece,
painted with fiery life.
The creation of a once-vivid imagination.
An oxymoron of the world,
constructed of rigid movement
and cigarette smoke.


Listen to the worshipful songs that fall from my tongue,
feel the gentle poetry that escapes my lips.


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