It clouded my judgement
like a suffocating fog
dancing downward
blocking you from view
bellowing my head down
eyes almost asleep
avoiding the traffic
that surrounds all around me
under a bridge
it clears away
you're sitting over there
frozen in time
a puff of smoke
in a soundless hand
legs crossed
a do not enter sign
as i move on foward
blind sheet of white
clothes pins working in the summer
wind pushing me back
a sign for another
i reach your path
cigarette left on the ground
stained red for me
a kiss for the damned.
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