By sarah iristakeroot@aol.com
Date: 19 May 2000
cigarette roses
it was tilted at a downward angle
pointing its fiery finger
at the floor, its ash falling
a little...more......and then
pooling in a gray submissive
pool at my feet
the remnants of your breath
drawing it in and exhaling me out......
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