Gazebo Nights

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Clearing dried tears with your left hand, you took a drag with the right. Cerulean smoke plumed from your lips , the smoke faded into night.

Tenseness left your shoulders and your cheeks lifted from grin. Still embarrassed you apologise for showing the pains laid within.

Another draw, you form new smoke to rings, then whisper to me you’re afraid of what tomorrow will bring.