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Marshmallows and Midnight
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that night in the country
when we celebrated our intelligence
with lighter fluid and dry wood
the smoke burned my eyes but
I laughed through the flying
embers
you told me the breeze felt
like rain and I offered my
face to the night sky,
I said
"the rain feels like rain"
you cocked your head to
the side, like a curious puppy
and agreed with me through
the gleam in your eyes
later that night,you breathed
me in and whispered
"you smell like marshmallows and midnight"
I knew with morning's clarity, it
would just be burnt kindling.
Powerful piece
Powerful piece
Vive le Quebec libre!