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| Soma |
She cranes her head back The nape of her neck exposed to the cold winter sunlight filtering through the glass Opening her mouth, the corners of them curving in a grin Her breath visible in smoky vines and tenrils curling up and dissapearing I draw the smoke in to my body rolling the flavor around my tongue I rise and my movements are as through water It always takes me longer to feel the hit "where are you going?" she asks I tell her not to worry Feel_good |
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