Gold Sporks
Monday, July 9, 2012
Black and Mild
Warm needles whisper down my throat,
dancing with nuances of black cherry and vanilla.
My guilty pleasure carries the scent of death and clears the room -
conditionally outlawed,
consistently ostracized,
and for a woman considerably odd.
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