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By Jeremy Issac Submitted by Savannah Haze Date: 2001 Jul 12 Comment on this Work [[2001.07.12.23.26.2705]] |
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Watching our shadows dance like old puppets, As we smoke cheap Marlboros after the dark, Our bodies like crumpled and broken dolls, Yellow light cascading throughout the park. Your lips are wet after you licked them last, Your eyes are faded, color diluted; I wish I had the strength you seek in me And then our dull shuffle is concluded. I toss the burning bit onto the ground, My hand reaching for yours, wanting the touch. Your fingers are arctic in the new light; I know you will serve as my final crutch. Marlboros and nicotine when kisses cease Yet rarely does smoke and ash create peace. |