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A Wick, A Wisp (v.3)

do you remember how
we used to just lie there
smiling thinking grinning
I could smell your thoughts
you tasted like
burnt
honey

curled away by a slick breeze
icicles feathering across
a vast chasm

a chance a night
a cry a note
a wick a wisp

a sigh
a deep black

a touch
just
a touch

I close my eyes and jump

and there you are

smiling
thinking
grinning
bleeding

with
me.

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