~ ~ #Poem – Cigarette Poem
~ main post here ~ https://ashleybovan.wordpress.com/2015/01/16/poem-cigarette-poem/
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Sometimes we talk
not today
the first time I’ve known you sit beside me
on a bench, warm
fallen sun, leaves
facing west
I read, as if you were invisible
You lean closer to see the page
Hair touches
breath, scent
You smile
naughty, happy
This is how it is
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