Smoke on Water

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I sat on the hard wood above the
lapping waves below me

an ashy cig in the corner of
my pink lips

the dust off my youth falling
from the tip and into the world

each breath slashing a whip against my bruised back

the memories of you float on
rotten debris in the water

drowning every smile
every laugh and yell

I flick the cigarette into the sea
watching your ashes dissipate in the water

and only time will tell
if they will wash back ashore

but in the meantime
my love notes shall be written in messages in a bottle

for future generations to coo over
gathering that we were children in love

they won't know the screams
they won't know the tears and anger

they believe whatever fantasy their mind creates

but as long as they can be at peace
I shall keep the truth under lock and key

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