Crashintome
Wind-Flicked Match
The trail of gasoline
curving the contours of streets,
connecting you and I
Waits for a wind-flicked match
to ignite a warmth coveted by neither
Instead, with head above all
We'll forever proclaim,
the lucky ones
never felt the chill blowing off the coast
in the change riddled fall
Besides,
the fumes burn, sting
the shared skin on our faces
You light a cigarette
Walking back inside
Closing the door behind us
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Wind-Flicked Match
Wind-Flicked Match
