Smoke

Sat, 11/02/2013 - 16:18 -- mdixon8

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His voice came out as smoke.

You could feel the heat from his throat.

The crowd lit up as he sang

Little candles, they looked like, lower than the stage.

His breath burned the microphone,

and the heat became too much to bear.

They called him Smoke,

because when he sang to you,

that was all that was left.

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