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Untitled. (Free verse) by LucidRevelation The rhythm of my breath
beats in sync
to the swirls of smoke
that curl
around your face.
This makes me weak
and needy
I envy the smoke
that curls
around your face
in the exact
rhythm
of my breath.
Undisrupted
and
undecided.
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