Life consisted of waiting on curbs.
Then he saw her.
Life began to consist of a beautiful girl and
S M O K E.
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This reminds me of some lyrics from a song called Winter Prayers by Iron and Wine that goes:
Slide down south
when once in a while, your confidence leaves you like
smoke falls out, her red mouth