The Web Poetry Corner - Heather Prudence Davis - Untitled
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by
Heather Prudence Davis
My smoke will reach you that I'm sure of if anything.
Do you like it?
I wish you were here
Sitting in our comfortable silence.
C'mon over drink a beer listen to beck do some reading. There's no need for language only your presence. I miss you . How many millions of moons & fake saturdays & loves & walks & careers & candles & vehicles has it been anyway?
You were on the opposite side of the fabrik.
Since your return I have entered a state on
near constant discombobulation.