your coughs sound like crinkling pack wrappers
my hovering hope whistling straight through your
lingering smoke
i'm sifting though your hair
cracking the rope around my wrists
you watch and just
exhale your crackling smoke
and i'm clinging to your upper lip
like crumbling coke
Oct 14, 2014
Oct 14, 2014 at 2:40 PM UTC
your coughs sound like crinkling pack wrappers
my hovering hope whistling straight through your
lingering smoke
i'm sifting though your hair
cracking the rope around my wrists
you watch and just
exhale your crackling smoke
and i'm clinging to your upper lip
like crumbling coke
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