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Jan 2019
In the morning under a sky so rudely gray
I sneak off into a cab
While you smoke your worries away
We are kinda the same
But we also kinda different
Like night and day
I see you and you kidnap gravity
From underneath me

Why do you always smell so earthy
Like a forest
When You trippy
like an alien
I feel our souls are rooted
subterranean
Your kiss ignites
Something in the air
You are fine
powdered
Uranium
In other words,
a snack
Sindi Kafazi
Written by
Sindi Kafazi  29/F/Brooklyn
(29/F/Brooklyn)   
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