Burn August 28, 2018/in Poems /by ianBurn now cigarette I want to watch your smoke Eddy against my ceiling I love the feathery tendrils My breathing breaks And your taste of death Seems somehow real © Ian Lilburne 1975 http://www.ianlilburne.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/04/Ian-Lilburne-1030x438.png 0 0 ian http://www.ianlilburne.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/04/Ian-Lilburne-1030x438.png ian2018-08-28 09:46:202018-09-06 09:03:03Burn
