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Rated: 13+ · Poetry · Writing · #1291899
Capsulized feelings about a singular year in my life.
Beauty is surrounded by a haze of smoke
You could breath it in but do not choke
Something tells me it’s 12:02
Not the clock but something new
The wistful sound of Jim Adkins on the radio
It’s hard to sleep with so many thoughts flowing through my mind.

I toss and turn and wake up before three
I told them what it would be like, that it was me
Sick and dying was my ill sided heart
I told them that me and her had to part
We got up before the phone rang
We left the room as Stephan Jenkins sang
We sat out on the back porch and laughed about last night
I remember for the first time I finally got it right
We lit our symbolic cigarettes and let the smoke hit the back of our throats

We drank cold lemonade as we let Chris Conley pour his soul out on our radio
This day isn’t like the other days it’s like today
And today is filled with filth ridden bodies who don’t care
I don’t know the difference but I’d really like to share
I feel the burning light scorch my eyes after days of seclusion
Looking stunned and watching the galling protrusion
I flicked the object out the window watching it bounce across the highway
I said I’m quitting right now, although I only started this very day
Once I got home I smelled the pure scent
Of ginger, cinnamon, and sweet smelling mint
I lost her last night; it’s all I could say
But she left a trail of smoke the very next day
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