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3 poems by Skye J. Cardoz

Updated: Jan 2, 2019


I smelled like your cigarettes

Days after we met

For i smoked and smoked

In search of your ashes again


Giant Bouquets

Love isn’t giant bouquets of flowers.


love is just tiny arms

reaching out to you

holding on to you

tighter than anything in the world.



Clock ticks away –

Your memory remains

Hidden and Taunting.

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