you broke my heart
from across the table:
one draw of smoke
and i wasn't there
all intensity
lost to the night
falling
into a sleek slice of
cold air, cold space
selfish / jealous cut
t
tt ttt ttttttt tt t
hands too warm to say “hold”
and there i was,
searching for some higher
form of healing
to cure some higher form of
heartache
man.
i was far,
far
gone
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