God Lights a Cigarette, by pdlyons
God Lights a Cigarette On the wood, shadows. Down the windows, hazy through the drapes spills the rain. The night, curving rolling with motion still whispers with winters needley lips everything is passing through me. There is you with your joy – me, I’m trying to find depressions, though I’m not sure what I feel. You are magic mingling essences – I am day dreaming on physical matters… my lamp…
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