smoke rings

Fortune smiled upon me,

in this smokey room,

music lulling the senses,

into a state of leisure,

deep drag and a puff of smoke,

accidental rings float in the air,

thoughts drift like the smoke,

causing me nothing but thoughtful daydreams,

of small rooms,

of nothing,

just waiting on this semblance of life,

turning like those short-lived rings,

a small breath,

and they are gone.

 

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