Mark Smith Poems

This scar and that scar...
-the physicle and emotional, they are witness to life.
The life I lived, the life that I chose to live.
This scar and that scar,
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our lips fused with more ferver, with more energy than all known suns in our universe,
our lips fused with the intensity barley matched by anything known, anything thaught. everything possibly imaginable.
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The clouds erupt with sound and thunder, my heart bleeds with blood and hunger...
The sound of hearbeats, spiked veins and broken ribs...
The taste of copper, and the smell of my aftershave...
The bloodshot eyes of last night drinking- are this mornings hangovers...
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