Veronica Sawyer Smokes Oh my story is not the oldest of it′s kind. I was too touched to see you clearly, far too young to realize I had loved so dearly you, who′s world I had designed, but the sweet smoke came with mirrors and it brought tears to my wide eyes. Dying just to see you... dying since I misconstrued your blue heart, black eyes, feigning falling, words I won′t forget. I died right when I saw you while you shared that cigarette. Oh I saw you every time I closed my eyes, in the Hughes film I had scored, produced and starred in, in my mind...

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