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Smoke and Mirrors (A Letter to Section Twenty Eight)
If only you saw they loved the smoke.
Know it were the shapes frolicking space
forming air they cheerfully choke on,
take a glass. Scoop it up drink it for them
swallow the haze, spittle on the mirror
mist this muse with thick saliva
so together they can press lips.
in the dusk where ignorance is shade,
the same as she and he did.
[2020]
Friday 29th May 2020 4:07 pm
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