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May 2016
The moment between
the end of your
cigarette and the
clutch of
your knuckles

the three inches of time
of inhales and
exhales

the moment between the
ash and
your inspire:

where you're standing outside,
and I'm in your
coat
for three minutes,
three inches,
a cigarette,
I have
you.
Written by
Sarah  F/Oregon
(F/Oregon)   
259
   Gaffer
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