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Sep 2020
we lit up
on the flame of one another's company
the smoke doused us in laughter
and the sky
was big enough,
just for a little while

we were infinite:
more terrified of blinking
than being too small

chewing on black holes
just to pass the time

leaving a fingerprint
with no identity attached

but the black holes got sour
and we spit them out
with the stray embers
caught on our bitter tongues

we buried the cigarettes in the dirt,
footprints their only grave marker
i need a smoke, and your lips to share it with.
basil
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basil  17/they/them
(17/they/them)   
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         basil, joel jokonia and Norman Crane
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