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Behind The Eight Ball
His chapstick soft lips 
Distracted me 
From the perverse taste 

Of stale cigarettes 
He inhaled 
Between every other word 

But it didn’t 
Make my sagacious heart 
Uneasy 

He was winsome 
With that throaty laugh 
After years of smoke clouds leaving his body 

He even had...

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Categories: behind the eight ball, deep, heartbreak,
Form: Free verse

Book: Reflection on the Important Things