I was finding a cigarette in you
A break, a holy smoke of
The demeaning leftover emotions.
Polluting the air of my mind I looked up
Saw the pigeons looking back at me. It was
on it's way to find the lover
It flew away; I couldn't
As I was already locked in the casket.
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Mountain Souvenirs- A collection of Emotions
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