Falling

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Falling

the next breeze

cannot come from the Sea

the breath of life

sweet and sour smell

of lips yet to kiss

tobacco and booze

candy and cakes

hollow memories

of clenched hands

and teeth

snapjaw smile

pull me so close

I fall through you

pull me so close

I just plain fall

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