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[jnut]

cutting jagged paths
across this city
fresh wounds
over old scars
a thousand nights have passed
with the bottle here between us
hidden in clouds of cigarette smoke
our breathing slowed
for far too long
you find me
down desolate alleys
where a whisper of your name
can bring your mouth to mine

Comments

[ardent_eyes]

"where a whisper of your name
can bring your mouth to mine"

nice

did you submit this?

[jnut]

nah. I did submit one though. I don't want to blow away everyone. ;0 burn. I'm gay as AIDS. later d.

[elucidate_now]

The last lines sound Jane Eyreish, lol, good stuff though J-dog.