Nick-oh-Teen
She's says i'm the smoke
Look at me
i'm the smoke
The way I dance
And twist
And turn
and
i think writhe
But big girl words
Are milkshake spills at this table of ours
Missing teeth
Missing answers to questions she has yet to fathom
But sadly will
In due time
Her blue time
With purple shades of innocence
In a sense
Of sensitivity
i hold back my big girl tears
And smile
When she says
Look at me
Look at me
i'm the smoke
i'm
the
smoke
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