in a zoe trope
spinning my life away
in a haze of blue smoke
with nutmeg on my breath
i see you in the distance
a blur...becoming clear
too far to touch, but
close enough to hear
let me show you why
i told you all those times
tearing at my clothes
screaming out in pain
within my coal black center
i look inside for more
nothing says i love you
like whispering take me now.
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