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the coffee pots been roaring with scent
damn your electric timers
i lay and
watch
the smoke curl from my cigarette, seeing your expression
through
it
the lines curl around your eyes, playing with the shapes and lines of your face
my love
like film noir
the satin sheets make the nest for our ashes
marijuana petals glide through our sheets with us
impossibly indecisive, could of swore it was really you
touch me, scrape away my imperfections with the calluses of your hands
working man hands on the love of a free girl
the freedom
the love
i trace your curves and angles with my cigarette
the smoke enwraps you so i dont have to
get lost in the world we have created together
peyote cactus just beyond the window
make love
we are
lost upon our earth
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