Cigarette
By brentsrich
Ashtray Twisted mouth Cawing crimes And misdemeanors You couldn’t rest Relight Shuffle cards Solitaire in the dimly lit Kitchenette How lonely were those Weeks, months, years Night into day into night Pain Both imagined and real Breathed for you While Darkness encroached Never to press out That final Cigarette Written June 10th, 2001 © on Sep 18 2001 01:44 PM PST, Rich Brents 18 • 0 • 1
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