Smoker Girl
she’s a chain smoker
with stiletto heels
and ruby red lips
she leaves a trail
of cigarette butts
marked with her kiss
like a bread crumb
trail in case she
gets lost and can’t
find her way home
she’ll shutdown
your heart faster
than a heart attack
knows where she’s going
and only getting started
she’s an unsolvable riddle
when she whips her hair
parts the red sea
and walks right down
the middle
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