second poem of the day, previous here

Before there was me, there was I.

Before there was you, there was me.

Thanks to you, I am now me.

Because of you, there is no her.

We are only what we choose to be-right?

So what happen here? What is the exception now?

Bleck - I need a smoke...

The warm glow of the flame licks the end of my ciggarette. Inhaling ever so wonderfully.

Ahhhhhhhhhhhh. Sweet ciggarette in all you toxic beauty. Kill me, yet save me. Fill me, and grace me. Release my soul with your yellowish flow.

The smoke dances up from an orangish glow, supposedly gathering the negative energy and releasing it according to the wiccans.

What I percieve is what I decieve. Remember these words my friend, for they ring truer to the world than your false realities. Groove with me.

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