Smoke
a trickle of haze,
this distant daze
within this maze of being
smoke.
you can never extinguish,
an unbreakable line.
seldom amused,
she feels the afront
of being female,
actually daring to be so
in a world of bias.
It gets in your face,
refuses to shift,
confuses your perspective,
overstays its welcome.
simply to free yourself from
smoke.
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