*

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a sip of smoky
vision will you
drive back
.
I could figure
your steps
a figure past
the sill
.
once more
sweet words
a kiss for us
.
a lot not said
no to compromise
I pick up a stub
what’s left of you

.
there’s still some
fire I could use

of you do not remove

.
don’t take this spot

quit erasing words out
it’s the blue in between
what I look for

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