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Twilight,



Your sultry eyes lower as the ash burns at the tip of your cigarette and falls;



It singes the ground.



The tip of it is wedged firmly between your bright lips.



You breathe fire and smoke and turn to look at me--



I can't bring myself to face you:



I can't,



I can't.



Like a broken record of unfinished actions and words of--



I can't--



You muss your hair.



I'm looking away again.



God--



Can't.



I can't--



Like  a broken record,



I can't.



Find your eyes with mine...



My feelings,



Are trying to betray my...







... Resolve.





God, they're so beautiful--





They smolder, ashes falling from your cigarette,



And the smoke makes me gag,



The fire makes me look away...



In my heart.



That broken record pumping blood,



I feel a lump.



A clot.



Of.



Crumbling,





Ashes.





Another batch falls to the ground,



Into the fire.



The twigs are engulfed in the flames and the fireflies



Are dying in the crackling bark turned white with--





The suffocation of.



Life.





I told myself I wouldn't do this.





Who...



Am



I?





... really?



No control over this--





Broken record.



Your lips on mine and I don't even know if I can



Believe myself anymore...





God.



It's love--





Fuck!



It's love.



And I'm roaring to life;



Bursting into flame!





...In

The

Dwindling

Ashes

Of

Pompeii...