16 puffs away from the ground

Amna Que
1 min readAug 9, 2017

Blow it into the air
Puff. Puff. There go your troubles
Puff. Puff. There goes your past
Puff. Puff. There go your scars
And puff. Puff. There go your chains

Blow it all into the fucking air
Here, there is no despair
Smoke rings without a care
Bloodshot eyes without a tear

Puff. Puff. There go your thoughts
Puff. Puff. There goes your time
Puff. Puff. There goes control
And puff. Puff. There goes your mind

No reservations. No inhibitions
No holding back
Blow it out. Fire it up
And don’t forget to light another one

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Amna Que

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