Now.
Love always,
2.18.2013
21813 0533
a metal fireplace
and the sweet smoke in your lungs
and the beer on your tongue.
doodlebugs,
and blaming the dog.
thrown away opportunities
the wrong cigarettes
a conversation forever for another day
is it really that much of a shame?
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