A long pull that made the tobacco crackle and
you said, "I just need time."
There's a place on my left thigh that used to burn
like a brand because your hand was there so
long like you were afraid I'd disappear or leave if.
You let go.
Another drag, short and nervous you wouldn't look at me,
and you flicked it out the window.
You couldn't look at me, and I remember watching as the
ember faded with distance in the right hand mirror, and
I remember hoping we weren't that Newport.
And I remember my thigh was cold.
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Still, they keep launching blundering campaigns,
Trying their wings once more in hopeless flight:
Blind moths against the wires of window screens.
Anything. Anything for a fix of light.
-"Street Moths", XJ Kennedy
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100 Themes Challenge!
I guess you could polish it up a little, but I think a poem about raw emotion might do well to stay raw.
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Still, they keep launching blundering campaigns,
Trying their wings once more in hopeless flight:
Blind moths against the wires of window screens.
Anything. Anything for a fix of light.
-"Street Moths", XJ Kennedy
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100 Themes Challenge!
i don't really know what else to say, just that its.. great. love it.
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meow.
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100 Themes Challenge!
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