Literature
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She comes to me when he is focused on distractions.
When beauty and emotion combine to make an indie rock song,
never to be played on radio.
When he feels good and it scares him, like murder's first kill,
he should feel awful, full of regret and other feelings
they've made words for.
When stomachs flatten and everything inside either bulges out,
or escapes.
He liked to watch it escape,
a fascination of watching smoke rise in the wind, away from him.
Smoke, like it was his creation.
Proud in a way, but still enjoying the sensations of it leaving,
growing up, and getting a job.
His smoke will pollute, and he grins at this fact.
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