Curling creeping clouding
my vision of you.
I see you as you should have been.
As you would have been
As I needed you to be.
I now know not what
is keeping me from you
except the feeble innocence
of one who does not deserve to be hurt.
The smoke that fills your lungs
and your brain and your heart;
polluting, purifying, which is it?
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