Paper sugar packets
So bittersweetly fair of face; I stare at a breathing dream,
baring the sweet taste of smoke on his lips,
as I longingly yearn to trace mine over. Your bitter secrets and untold words.
Through breaths that fall short—
and sweetened lips I pine to part
like torn paper sugar packets.
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