Lungs vaporised by envy green smoke,
Inhaling her numbness with every sweet toke.
The ghost of her garden absorbed in your veins,
She sits on her saddle, you hand her the reins.
She dances her way to your box of remembrance
And removes curséd memories with all her transcendence.
Names that delude you, places that taunt
Pain that secludes you and faces that haunt.
Her soft smoky whisper seduces these thoughts
Engulfs them in white clouds, reduces to nought.
Her scent is enchanting, your muscles relinquish,
Your mind is a fire she'll always extinguish.
But just like us all she will crumble and shrink,
You're writing the climax but run out of ink.
And all you can do, as you step on her embers
Is hope soon you'll forget what you don't want to remember.
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