06.06.06 - 11:48 am
REFLECTION Her smoldering cigarette fell to the ground a dazzling slow motion ballet of smoke and embers, that familiar gritty grind of shoe and stone smearing flame into pavement It was a run on sentence we were, a compost heap of comma splices and line breaks in an never ending novel of deceit. Between us, a photo album of moments and memories pasted behind a collage of hand written mutual adorations A tattered box of folded corners and missing faces tucked away under the bed. I studied each green and yellow fiber inside her eye feeling the warm breath of her voice against my neck and the sour scent of tobacco tinged finger tips against the ridges of my mouth. It would be another two more years before I realized what all this incompatiablity meant.
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