Thursday, May 7, 2009

The scent is bitter
Like the dying aromatics we inhale
Curling skyward
Like a fleeting and ardent fuck you to the heavens.
And our mark on the world is gone
In seconds
Diffusing in the atmosphere
Leaving nothing but a dented filter in our wake
Far past smoldering away
And this scent is bitter
Our scent is bitter

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