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Cheap beer and acrid smoke
blast my tongue
His hair falls in his eyes
My consciousness moves upward
Emptying first my feet
then finally, my head
Either he is too quiet
or my mind is too loud
Recognizing my confusion
he spreads me open himself
I cannot look into his hungry eyes
He wants me to love him
To give him more than he can receive
His heart is too full of soot
And I am a mirage
Great write
Great write
*~Be Legendary ~ Ian Mascoe*
Surprisingly the first comment.
This is really good stuff! It is surprising that nobody else has commented in appreciation, I look forward to seeing more, excellent start!
Спасибо! Я благодарю!