Part of my inspiration comes from sharing my love of poetry with readers like you. I think to myself: there'd be no point to writing if I were my only reader! Thank you all for visiting!
Sunday, December 11, 2016
incense
like a smoldering cigarette butt tossed to the ground
there is nothing left of me for you
but oh those fleeting seconds of being pressed on your lips
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