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arisaoutani cigarette dark friend idkwhatelsetoadd lantern light lonely night poetry shadow sleep smoke

The cigarette lighter clicks.
Smoke
drifts through the air as she exhales.
Then quietly
she whispers
"I'm home."
...
This was originally a short story but I changed it into a "poem" because I thought it fit better. :)All Rights Reserved

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