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Aug 2015
the smoke rose
curling silver
your fingers
move a circle
from your eyes
to the burning
point of your
cigarette

somewhere
her silence folds
around the touch
of an ending
sigh

hand falling into
empty hand
PelicanDeath
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PelicanDeath  Utah
(Utah)   
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