A fistful of air
to the lungs
dark like cigarette buds
in spring to bloom
cancerous suns
red and hot
like the roof of my tongue
glistening
the last button
of conversation
undone.
to the lungs
dark like cigarette buds
in spring to bloom
cancerous suns
red and hot
like the roof of my tongue
glistening
the last button
of conversation
undone.




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