To Better Mornings
When I saw her
Midst the smoke
That night
I said
Might I be just a word
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Today
we climb fire escapes
to better mornings
With white teeth
Midst the smoke
That night
I said
Might I be just a word
Copy & pasted to you
Today
we climb fire escapes
to better mornings
With white teeth
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