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A smoke ring

Symbolism certain words or phrases that remind. 
Certain places or events that bring you back into my mind. 

Why am I so angry about this smoke ring. 
Is it because it disappears not my husband not going to be.
 
Suck in that addictive poison for lungs are black tar. 

Smoked man you run rings around me. 

Be fair illustrations, illusions cheating the smoking embers of women. 
Hate to be the chosen one of your bad habits. 
Smoke ring every time I see you I think of the man who blew them. 
He was good at it and at turning me on. 
But he smoked me to a but and moved onto the next toke. 
Ring in the air drifting away from the smoke stains of yesterday. 
I miss. 
I'm still a miss. 
I'm undecided however ash and smells of nicotine are still a head turning. 
Smoke ring you could have put a ring on my finger but blew me off. 

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The fish of the sea

Wow such an interesting write Liliana, its really clever how you integrated it around smoking. I enjoyed it a lot. All the best and kind regards. The Fish of the Sea

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Marion

Love the way you have associated the disappearing and toxic qualities of cigarette smoke to a toxic love Liliana ...fine write my friend ?

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Yiyan Han

Nice penned, and reminds me an image of "a woman figure in cigarette smoke".

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