either

maybe you’ll find me halfway from your reality,

clinging on your own personal existence…

or was it me that i found drowning on excess,

spitting firewater?

what if i just let my imagery of you

to wander along the sparks

and the smokes of my cigarette?

let’s picture it that way.

 

from ” a mess of lovepoems “

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