Remembrances...

Long thin fingers
Long sharp nails
Long burning cigarette
Slowly she inhales
Feeling the smoke
Fill her lungs
Letting the night
Pass from sight
Feeling the morning
Filled with fright
Of the day
Yet to come
Slowly she sucks
The sweet smoke
Remembering the night
Filled with delight.
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