drags and drags of cigarettes
he could have offered cleaner air
instead of ash in your lungs
this is what they don't tell you
about love
that it lingers on and it hurts
willingly,
like one walks into a hurricane
with shorts on and a fan at hand
this is how you learn to ward off evil
with little talismans
carved out of smoke and ash
this is what they don't tell you about lust
that it is smaller around your head
but it grows and grows
like deep-rooted trees.
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