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Poetry
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Cigarettes

Words slip from your lips with certain allure
In the shape of empty promises, and
Through the haze of my happiness I’m sure
You mean everything. You have such command
Over me that I find myself lost in
Your spell – I’m intoxicated by
The thunder in your eyes and the sweet sin
Of your voice, which so softly tickles my
Neck when you whisper. So addicted to
Your comp’ny, I crumble at your absence
And suffer through sorrow, needing you
In the succeeding gloom that steals my sense.
Yet I’ve learned, as my faith in you’s thinned,
To esteem your words as smoke on the wind.

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For Ana, because she told me to upload my sonnets, and my friend at school, because she liked this so much.
Reviews are appreciated.