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Ignore the Smoke

absorbing warmth from the flame
the crowd gathers, shivering
unaware of their actions

glazed eyes dance, transfixed
following the candle's flicker
moths collide and fall helplessly

bodies move breathlessly;
drawn away from the center
conforming to fill their shapes

they've never acted so alive
feeling light; one breath and
their flame is dispelled

the smoke hangs in the air, lazily
isolation tastes warmer
cuddling their darkened forms
Copyright © | Year Posted 2006

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