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Girl of Your Dreams
You never see some things.
Like lips pursed
as cigerrete smoke slowly curls out
Wispy tendrils of smoke
floating up wards to join the
Maisma of twenty others lit in the room.
How beautiful;
Contemplative; attentive,
and still a million miles away.
Unapprochable in red lip stick,
The girl of any man's dreams...
Except yours.
11:13 8/16/02
