Fourteen: Relativity

Finger licking, tasting me, the wrong end of a cigarette as you
lean in, fainting in the vast aroma of my ages, missing those numb
lips sucking on anything that might revive the dusty heartbeat of
something that I dismissed a long time ago. It’s all relative.

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Alexia

I drink, I laugh, I smoke, I write.

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