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At eye level

I see the coffee stain on my knuckle.

Contemplating the nature of crystal,

I think about deception, and ask

Why do I return to this concern?

At eye level

Your lips, and the distracting smoke.

They curl in wispy ecstasy,

Curl in annoyance at me.

Now, like smoke,

I will escape your mouth and

Disperse into the atmosphere

At eye level.