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Camel |
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Dominique-Simone Senior Member
since 2005-11-12
Posts 643
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Everyday about noon I find myself absentmindedly eating lunch in the café up the street, below the hanging willow trees that each day has a conversation with the Spanish moss; while sitting at Italian rod sculpted tables with snug couches bright of colors filling the bleakness of the room. My Café Carmel, sugary with vigor fills me while the warm liquid glides down my neck into the hollow of my belly, enticing my need for a cigarette. Not quite finished with my muffin I pick adolescently at the crumbs feeding them to the ravens as I so perfectly, with my free hand fidget with my purse looking for my dependence. Finding victory, I pull out the long beige addiction and light it quick with the silver smoke circling my head dancing as belly dancers only do the scent overwhelms me, and I feel as if I finally found fresh air |
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aujussy wolf
since 2003-08-09
Posts 1215Michigan |
Not quite finished with my muffin I pick adolescently at the crumbs feeding them to the ravens as I so perfectly, with my free hand fidget with my purse looking for my dependence. ~~cool story i like they way you described your lunch , it felt as if i was there too peace and new years ~JW |
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Dominique-Simone Senior Member
since 2005-11-12
Posts 643 |
thank you |
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The Lady Member Rara Avis
since 2005-12-26
Posts 7634The Southwest |
Nice work. "below the hanging willow tree that each day has a conversation with the Spanish moss;" |
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Midnitesun
since 2001-05-18
Posts 28647Gaia |
lol, the carmel camel addiction? I enjoyed the poetic way you set the table scene |
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