the first poem i have written in a month, i think...
shadows and shades
that obscure your
perpetual grin
descend and swallow
the grim and
dreamlesss journey
of your hand,
the deluded and
ill-fated trail
to your mouth,
the throbbing, shackled,
nostalgic smoke
that tell me
we once were.
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