Yellow Brick Road & Down The Rabbit Hole
Poetry Pages by Ariel Dresser
Friday, November 2, 2012
Underneath It All
Cigarette smoke
Consumes the house
Of my soul...
Things long lost,
In the choices we bare.
And I'm beginning to see
I just need many nights
Of fresh air.
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