this one goes out to your smile
cast into the gloom room
like tear gas inverted
spreading fog of bubbly
blush blood rush
a regal ricochet bouncing
chamomile kisses and
split second splinters of splendor
penetrating kevlar armor
with sunrays and daffodil intention
and so it goes
when opening ones eyes
is tactical warfare, remembering
to breathe is infantry storm
in full bloom
you are my weapon of
mask reduction
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