what part of me has
soaked into the woodwork,
the molecular essence of me
that has evaporated in this breezeless place
with the curtains drawn
and no lights on..
if i open the doors to let the smoke filter out
some of me may escape
upwards into the atomosphere
and be lost forever: the angels share.

09/08/2013

Posted on 09/08/2013
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