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I like old glass with bubbles Pockets of breath of the dead laid to rest I break and I breathe and I taste Their spices and vices Kisses from wives Curses and verses Songs of themselves Wine of their wrath Salt from their baths Smoke from their fires Sweet tastes of desire Shared sighs and cries Dead butterflies Air.

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r-2

American

For You?

Written by

r-2

American

Published: Mar 16, 2015
LinesWords: 2659

Notes: r ~ 3/16/15
Maybe I should save it in a bottle and put a cork in it. :)
Tags: #air #o

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