CIGAR

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02/17/2016


One stick in between two fingers

a glare on that burnt end

let your soul transform

into the shape of the wind

as you smoke in

abruptly put it on hold

then gently breathe out...

Magically,

it pulls out that dagger on your chest

more so if

you close your eyes, as I close mine...

One puff, look up the sky

so, you realized

for a moment

you stopped

bickering to yourself.


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