i miss you more when yr close
you tiny palm of cellulose
my cigarette burns like a light in the sky
and nothing can ever bring you even closer
than i
right now
here
right here
i wish u were here
with the smite of sounding ragged
i call you close
like twinny baby fishies in a similar bowl
how'd you like that?
References from my youth,
directed totally at you
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