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Jul 2013
The cabin lights dim and my mind is lit like a fresh ciggerette.
Everyone else has turned to ash already,
and I am left to be smoked by your shadow,
who enjoys this way too much.

She inhales me into her soul,
where I feel warmth and comfort
Before exhaling me into thin air,
To drift into the wind and fade into a most unwelcomed haze.
Too easily forgotten.
Jiminy Cricket
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Jiminy Cricket
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