Light punctuates the bedsheets
one last fume out my sealed lips.
it trickles up to touch the ceiling.
memories drift in the heat haze,
then fade — like shushing waves
the fume unfurls briefly,
then invisibly curls
towards the open field,
leaving nothing
on my tongue, but a trace
of sweetness.
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