the way
the cloves numb my tongue and the
smoke curls sweet & cancerous into
the air the street flowing by as we
lean back into our indifference
lean back striking matches and watching them burn &
the words floating casually while our eyes
dart around watching life watching
shadows watching moments tick by
killing time sucking in reference as we
fill our chests with ashes.
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