I’m so glad

fragile, small,
made of porcelain
and covered in flowers

I saw someone, a lit cigarette in a dark
woodsy area,
who I was
specifically hoping to see at the bon fire

the one
that I went a level above sober to

maybe it is best to fall
for or in;
love, whichever
inside of a sterile,
secure,
bleached nightly
sort of environment

even in the air,
would be ideal

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