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Summon me

Pretend I’m your cigarette, inhale my scent, take my glass shaped tears and wipe them away, tell me what I meant to you, as a lover and a friend, tell me you respect me, that you miss me, and fill your lungs with intent, stare at me like the scenery on a cold winters day, replay our memories together whilst you take a sip from the bottle, remember how held each other before we went opposite ways, trample on the leaves like my heart was just laid bare, blow the wisps of wind away from your face, blow them into the air, because I’m just a ghost of this past, erased in your time, did I ever really exist to you, or was I just a figment of your mind?

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Hello there. As you have stumbled across my page, please take the time to look through some of my various writings and photographs. I like to try new things, and different styles of writing is one of them. Poetry is not dead, writing is an art, and i intend to be an artist.

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