the poor boy
looked like he loved
kissing the ash trayhe smelt of cigarettes
& the crisp air of the
night skybut the girl who stood
next to himsmelt like the safe warmth
of his addiction.—b.
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THE MOON WEEPS
Poetrypoetry // prose ( trigger warning. blood / suicide mentions & death hints ) [ ranked 8th in deep thinking 31/5/21 ] [ ranked 19 in poetry collection 13/6/21 ] [ ranked 101 in poetry 7/6/21 ]