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The Echo of Ink
A poetry blog by Noopur Vasuraj
Smoke
I watch the wisps of my cigarette smoke intertwine together and fade away, like an illusion you have to be lucky enough to catch. And in that moment I realized why my favorite vice always reminded me of you. ~N.V.
Noopur Vasuraj
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