Fumes

Mellifluous ideas and

quixotic inclinations imbue

our hearts fall in lassitude...

fires ignite as easily

as words intrude...

and you

with your fear filled ramblings

stand and burn

like it is for the pain

you truly yearn

and I watch and smile....

we stand there inhaling

these fumes for just a while

 

 

 

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