Smoke from my last stub,
Passes through me,
Dissolves in my senses,
Gives me something,
Takes something away,
Perhaps, the taste of my soul,
Tired and tender,
And leaves me,
To go places I never can,
Down through the cracks of my door,
Through the layer of concrete lies,
And reaches,
People I never knew,
Knowing them the way,
Their silent partners laying next to them,
Naked,
Never will,
Knowing you maybe,
The way you never,
Allowed me to know…
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