you have
beautiful
skin
my deft mute
chanteuse
hummingbird
thrumming
on mileless
waveform
you must not smoke
anymore
to have such beautiful
skin
so many miles gone
yet all for song
my songbird in blood
my dopamine flood
you must not smoke
anymore
if you would exert
proper deft scansion
over mileless
waveform
This conversation
I have
with whomever is listening
in your head
This conversation
I have
with whomever is listening
in your head
or in
mine
mine
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