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I watch the red glow snake it's way around the cherry of my cigarette. Cancer in the air but right now it feels like salvation. Signals are missed all the time and these smoke signals wont be seen by you.
My fingertips brush your stubble and my face is still raw from the negative space formed around three hours of sleep. Later I squirm under the covers basking in stolen happiness, willing you to know me. My thoughts are a circle of dim skin toned images and “let me know you”.
The filter is burning now, and you don't know me. I don't know you either.
My fingertips brush your stubble and my face is still raw from the negative space formed around three hours of sleep. Later I squirm under the covers basking in stolen happiness, willing you to know me. My thoughts are a circle of dim skin toned images and “let me know you”.
The filter is burning now, and you don't know me. I don't know you either.