half past noon

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as i sit with you
legs swinging off my roof
and the sun burning through
our hearts
a puff of smoke is blown
from your mouth
and you hand me
the relaxation
and as i put it to my lips
i hold it and inhale
i realize so sadly
this is the closest ill get
to feel your lips.

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