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Smoke

Darkness comes and I can’t sleep
I can’t eat
I can’t think
All I feel is the heat
Of your faint breathing
On my neck
-sore and tired.

The sun finally rises
But it’s too late.
You were gone before I
Could wake,
And bid you farewell…





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