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4. Bourbon Breath

it is dark
it is rain
with candles
i am in
circles
i am
love,
endless,
untouched
and concrete eyelides
won't allow depth of field
out of focus
irises on -you-

and now
i will sleep beside an angel
with my bourbon breath
stretched across pillows
passing through ghosts
now i can only remember
the time our skin cells collide
and the universes we made
by our author, collapsed
begin again
make the mistakes again
the same
and again
 

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