Her

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This one wild eyed child, 
with the breath like
gin, 
those cedar branches between teeth, 
those handfuls of eyes, 
those broken whispers and spit on my eyelashes, 
a kiss between a day broken like cigarettes in the package.

Could you make love to a series of words, 
or a painting on the wall, 
or maybe a laugh between dirty sheets where our skulls bounce off each other, 
could you love a dead smile?

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