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moonlit markers left by the parting of lips and a pair of exposed hips
started a spark with a few twisted quips and hypnotiq fumes on caribbean blue.

a fire that fans in midnight air among the dew laced grasses of dubsdread's ashes
they flare 'round mental images of immoral visages, a show of elaborate kisses below.

and with a prayer and a swallow of the fuel for this flame,
I'll greet you distastefully, though wholeheartedly, halfway.

but please, just one last cigarette before I burn this claim?