You ask me
What you mean to me
How do I riddle this?
My words are as empty and used up as the oil drums around me,
scattered like toys in a child's nursery.
Signs warn faceless men of kerosene,
Alarms,
Fire hazards.
Your eyes warn me to stay close.
City hall, pall mall, nicotine.
Your words are an unseen drug.
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