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Smoke in the Cold
by Ryan M EvonAmidst the cold air
Smoke hangs longer,
From exhaled cancer breath.
So dense it floats,
Like blankets in the breeze.
Floating, a haze of rotten stink.
Oh, its so rank when
The air is chilled.
Ten fold in revulsion. 02/19/2002 Author's Note: Thanx to my buddy Chris, for pointing out to me that digustion, the former last word of this poem, is in fact, not a word. How I managed to come up with that word I don't know, but it's gone now.
Posted on 02/19/2002
Copyright © 2025 Ryan M Evon
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