the wispy halo of significance
floating over lines in movies
setting them apart
transforms them from the writers desk
late nights and empty Rockstars
into punches of languages
hitting the air like spilled wine
and falling fast
into my conscious
staining my conversation.
mm. purple scented lips and words
are as good on me
as they are on the writer's desk.
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