Her fingers catch fire so easily,
Every time she lights up or takes a drag,
It's almost as if she were a paper doll
Or a bunch of sticks bound as kindling,
Or at least that's what her lover tells her,
And God knows she's been called worse before.
© Geoffrey Long, 2006
Unpublished; part of the 30 project
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