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Inhal (e) lahxE

breathe deep, inhale the sweet fragranced
scent of those long forgotten memories.
exhale red smoke, the smoke-rings
hidden within our lusty core.

there is a subtle hint of distaste, a mere
apparition of hate resting within the photos you took.
i sit alone re-living the moment each took place,
placing one by one upon the guillotine of my pages.

thoughts and verses fill these many rows of books, photos
neatly placed and stored within the shelves of my mind.
closing off windows to the soul, barring the
door to my heart placed upon the floor.

you and i, cautiously tip-toe, floating through
these memories, coming to rest upon these abandons.
this was our mere attempt to show the love and
lust for the wasted life we regrettably lost.

breathe deep, inhale the death scented deceit
flowing from your eyes in each cellophane wrapped memory.
exhale the flames of the act questioned
to justify that which we have done.[/font]