apple cinnamon and black cherry smoke
swirl and collide in the moonlight
inhaled through sadness itself
into lungs wheezing from too many shed tears
and shaking nerves that won't settle down
this flame of smoke has not been ignited in years
last time was four years ago
in an inner city hell
living with supposed friends who only wished for sadness to shut up
pay their rent
buy them food
funny
this apple cinnamon and black cherry smoke
together now
ignited again after all these years
in a time of crisis and chaos and crying
isn't that funny
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Poetry Book 2
Poetryjust a bunch of poetry, started january of 2020. we'll see how far it takes us. I basically just post random ass poems I create, not in any promised order. it just happens. this is book two - I stopped book one after one hundred poems. I think I'll...
