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Dec 18, 2004 23:06

He stands on a ridge consulting his destiny
the light of a single lantern guilds his thought
A half moon shines down on the forest beneath him
illuminating the dark wilderness

The vapors from his cigarette travel inward
through his mouth, down into his lungs and disperses through his viens and arteries, and then out again through his nose
the smoke ( Read more... )

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secondplan December 21 2004, 15:39:24 UTC
is your last name by any chance fleming?

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4mybohemianmuse December 21 2004, 18:48:12 UTC
it is

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