A poem…

Her lips smelled of naphthalene
His breath reminded of ash
And in this world going nowhere
My entire memory seemed to lapse
But, that was a moment in space
The entire world would live on today
Spaces would not end right now
Her breath is fresh with emptiness
The kisses devoid of death
But, it remained there hanging in the air
While he smelled of rot day in
Nights spent awaiting the inevitable
When the rot would meet her death
When the ash would smell of naphthalene again
But, gasoline evaded the senses
We were fire again
Burn through the living fringes


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