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Apr 2015
Headlights illuminate
       Your face              &
                 God doesn't know
        The colors I see
In your eyes
                     This cigarette
       Won't taste like your lips
               You know
     But I smoke anyway
              Just like the vibrations
         Throughout my body
             As that song plays
     I fall up against the sky
               & you remind me
Of a better time       Or      Place
           You are my
        Familiar mystery

              A beautifully concocted
                   Foggy morning
   In the midst of all this wordly madness

& smoke leaves my lungs
          Reintroduced to oxygen
I sigh                 you smile
           What a night         but
     You          already           know
Wesley Joseph Breedlove
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