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he took me out,

but didn't talk.

'that person'

seemed like searchin' 

somethin' in the dark....

there are different kinds of love

i know;

what's his,

to surprise me?

on that moon less night

in a city full of lights

he crafted clouds of smoke

and just looked at me.....

and... just... looked.. at.. me....

what he wants,

and what i want?

somethings are ( pleasantly) injurious, though....

we need.

and yeah, that smoke's kinda healing me!