Martyr

[weasle]

by Me

Watching a lit cigarette reminds me of you
Headlights of the highway strip light your eyes
The embers of the cigarette are stoked
When you inhale shades of autumn
And you pencil in the past to compare it
To the Technicolor of today
Your good intentions wrapped around you like a coat
Against a cold winter’s chill
I’m reminded of a child
throwing

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[makeout_artist]

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