the soft of my middle
the thrown of our cigarette
against a wall
fireworks on and on
so that the lyric falls
in the light fallen on our dark perch
you clear your throat
to say another
another and another
against the soft of my middle
and soft all over me
don't wish it away
don't wish it fall
unless into fireworks
on and on
july 15, 11
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