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10am / august 2014

with your mouth wrapped around a burning cigarette,
your smile was a moonlit night.
and maybe for a second i still thought about us as an impermeable, gentle grasp
but your mouth still tastes like stained mornings and silence.
maybe smoke is the only thing you can hold on to.

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