Tuesday, March 29, 2005

Slow death

The crimson end of the cigarette burnt like the setting sun in the dark sky beyond the window as she smiled at him and exhaled a puff - the trail of smoke making a face at him and disappearing into the world beyond with a share of her soul.


At April 25, 2007 5:49 AM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

Where did you find it? Interesting read » » »


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