White Smoke

The white smoke,
Curls in my lungs,
As my stomach is contracted,
Smooth,
Wisps wisp near the whiskers,
Of my face,
Caressing,
Saying,
“Welcome back here.”

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About brettspadaro

Attempting to complete a business degree in southern California. Dream big, act rationally. Go for what you believe in.

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