I see you
Framed in every window
Of those houses
Stretched in front of me;
As their curtains ache
For a tender brush of your skin.
Your smile aimed only at me
Turns to that smirk,
And I shrink
To dust,
Like the ashes
Of the joint-
Inhaled deeply,
The way only you do...
Breathe me in.
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