charcoal asphalt
launches street smart
astronauts
into the space
you leave
after each time
you breathe
and when this cold air
meets such warm breath
left lane lovers
beckon bold, bruised brothers
the scent of our sex
is way better than new car smell
and i breathe it in deep
although toasty warm
i start to crumble...
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