Another dream, another fear,
I smoke another cigarette,
burn my fingers on the ash.
I breathe, I shake,
and take
another empty flash
and simmer in the bitter smoke-
I close my eyes and sizzle
'til I choke.
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I saw you in a stranger's eyes I couldn't help but long to kiss the foriegn skin that lined that lip so trustingly.
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You and I are broken wings melancholic spirit things. Invisible, because they dare not see us as we truly are- like moonlight in a mason jar ethereal and longing to be free. **************
Chaosred
(copyright 1997, Krys McKean)
