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there are demons in the smoke

I see them / clearly, their bodies breaking / against the preset haze. My love, /

you are one of them. You / emerge at the exhale, half drawn / with one eye 

/ closed. 


How do I heal / my beating heart, exposed and / lit to ash. I round my lips /

to trace the shape. / My soul leaves me…


All at once / I wish to die, / if only to be away, far from the thought / of you. 


I pray / you’ll come out with the rinse. 

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