smoke

i wrote a word… — (a substantive...),
and i placed it on a side of your soul;

i wrote another one, — (indispensable),
and i placed it on a side of your eyes;

i wrote the words, — (a snazzy name),
but got translated, — have a good life;

i wrote the words, — (smoke's specter);
was placed on one of my essence's sides;

i wrote the words, — (cigarette butts...),
and were placed on your feelings' side;

i wrote simply, — (unroll those words...),
and you took a new cigar and smoked it;

and metamorphosed yourself in my poem,
crayoned subtle by my habituated longings

[exactly as your songs reign inside me]



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