Never really crooked
Never really straight
occupying a blissful vacuum
made up of the Gaussian blur 
between frayed moral lines
sweet stucco speckle void of half-baked thoughts and premature prayers, 
high on the milimeterse between lips
before a kiss against a stop sign.

No loitering
no littering
the cliche of cigarettes under a no-smoking sign
Devoid of meaning in the aftermath of p...

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