As she exhales, clouds of grey twirl in front of her.
She is reminded of her Marlboro soul.
The sharp metal points of five thin needles being pushed into her arm
The stretcher she lay her body across, as three young men carried her down the stairs.
The pale blue scrubs the doctors wore.
The flashing lights, forcing her to take a large gulp of air.
The gulp she thought may be her last.
The machine which got her heart pumping again
The nurses bright green eyes, and the way her eyes appeared to be infinite.
She hands the cashier a twenty, walks of of the store. Marlboro in her soul.
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