She is smoke, a wisp
of woman, of hope
and she becomes gossip
a cloud caught in the act
of escaping
an unwilling fist.
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She is smoke, a wisp
of woman, of hope
and she becomes gossip
a cloud caught in the act
of escaping
an unwilling fist.
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