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Untitled (Free verse) by Carvaceous

She steps out A winding wind sneaks through the closing door I watch through the wavering glass she slips from her pocket a light for the dry cig, sitting ever so precariously yet balanced I watch Smoke spiral up from her unsmiling mouth He steps up besides her and lights less precariously Smoke curls from his lips slipping past dead skin hanging I watch Smoke lit by neon dissipate into the dark I watch He presses his mouth to hers She crushes her cig underfoot stepping back in She brings with her a shivering chill The smell of stale smoke offered to the night I cringe

<{Baba^Yaga}> 13-Jan-03/2:37 PM
lose the "i cringe", so that we can. get it? otherwise, loveley




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