January 10, 2010
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It’s so absurd I’m inclined to disconsider
All the time you have given and the gifts
Buried by your side

It’s disillusioning to see you move
Under strobe lights and halos
Of angels and halos of smoke

Cigarette smoke in your lips
Part and give me a kiss
The scent of fire in the air
What will I find?

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