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Jan 2014
He knows
how to light up
my evenings
and brighten
my mornings.
He would give me
the songs of the stars,
he would ignite
me with a sheen
of sweat.
flushed,
I grace my
cigarette with a
kiss from the flame,
like he enflames me
and we rise
through
this cloud of smoke.
burnt,
we are caught
within the barrel
of time,
our infinites between
then and now.
I ***** out
the cigarette
with his memories
and together
we are born by the
clouds
up to the distant
sun.
frivolous treasures
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frivolous treasures  ohio
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