Wispy tendrils of your words
wander and wind
lisping love that
swirls
and
fades away
but not before the
mystery
of the lacey pattern
of the
smoke signals
stain and sting
my bloodshot
eyes
Jan 6, 2014
Jan 6, 2014 at 9:20 AM UTC
Wispy tendrils of your words
wander and wind
lisping love that
swirls
and
fades away
but not before the
mystery
of the lacey pattern
of the
smoke signals
stain and sting
my bloodshot
eyes
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