LGBTQ+ Poetry
Lavender Cigarette
Squeezed all sweaty into your palm
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1 min readJan 19, 2024
Was I a hand-rolled
lavender cigarette,
squeezed all sweaty
into the winter flower
of your palm?
Did I vanish,
like a coin trick,
lost to the smoke
of more dreams
that won’t fit nicely
with…