cigars — Running on Clouds

What dragon expelled a feather of smoke against the vast bubble of this summer bliss prayed he be let with ease, for a quiver tickled his charcoal lungs—no longer pink and fruitful and brimming with the delectable fragrance of his mother’s homemade mutton curry—and rose against his skinned trachea, expanding like boils fresh off the […]

cigars — Running on Clouds

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