The night is mocking
loneliness
Wearing her evening shoes
and its darkness
He laughs at cigarette butts.
and breasts that struggle to breathe
with smoke
I didn't live inside you tonight.
I didn't die on you.
The moon
an idol in the wishing well
Until dawn I smoked your absence..
N.Sigma
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