March 21, 2012 (6:01 AM)

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I sit alone.
On this chair.
Cigarette in hand.
Slowly burning.

I focus and see,
The beauty of the greens.
All behind the silken thread,
Slowly unravelling from my cigarette.

I take her to my lips,
And softly kiss.
Inhaling her warm breath of cancer,
So presented to me, by my cigarette.

She sleeps soundly in between my fingers,
Baring herself to reveal a fiery interior,
Then falling victim to her ashen identity.
So ugly is my cigarette.

She has served her purpose and begins to die out,
So I grab another one, and with one kiss more,
My next is brought to life, and the last is lost forevermore.
As I find myself once again;

I sit alone.
On this chair.
Cigarette in hand.
Slowly burning.

– draw



End the silence of the gagged!

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