Smoke escapes you lips.
Between the spaces
Its falling from my finger tips.
The gesture of casual passing.Its holds more truth than eyes can bare.
It frosts eyelids.
Cruel tongue lies motionless.
Between teeth the pain rises to an uncomfortable height.
Shaking knees.
They bend, they squeeze.
beyond this point.
There is only the wind to follow.
Let it lead to me.
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