at the window where the two of us were holding death sticks
between our fingertips
one of us inhales to die
the other does it for the thrill
do flip a coin and guess which one is which
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Tranquility
PoetryIn which Avaline furiously writes her story in red ink to find tranquility.
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at the window where the two of us were holding death sticks
between our fingertips
one of us inhales to die
the other does it for the thrill
do flip a coin and guess which one is which
