Comme des Fuckdown: the scent of old and unhidden smokesmells good to me.‘and me,’ says...
the scent of old
and unhidden smoke
smells good to me.
‘and me,’ says she.
‘it reminds of the comfort
my father used to be.’
‘and me,’ says she.
‘it reminds me of my mother
and the love she made for me.’
it is a comfort-
but a bitter one.
the only thing i really miss
is laying with you…
