I watched her disappear in songs of smoke I thought she’d be the one to prove them wrong But breath is only life until you choke And brilliance fell to shadow in her song She moved through rooms like rumor, half-believed A trailing laugh, a shadow at the door I’d turn to speak, but find myself deceived Her voice remained; her motive was impure She danced on coals and called it poetry Mistook the glow for grace of ashen youth Her exit staged in careful tragedy A burned out lie she passed off as the truth Let smoke recall her, beautiful, unwise A flash that sang of air and smoky lies
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