| The Cigarette |
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| Sitting on the floor, smoking her last cigarette, apartment is shambles, a tornado went through, her memories flying, her life is falling, falling apart, she has no where to run, to get away from this ghost, ghost of a past she never wanted, ghost of a life she never asked for, the tears are pouring down her face, the blook is pouring down her arms, the cigarette is halfway gone, she can't wait, she's longed for this moment, imagining it's beauty, knowing she'll wake up in the sun, the cigarette's almost finished, she can feel the fire coming, she's ready for the end, she can smell the cigarette, burning her finger, but, yet, she feels nothing, the cigarette is gone, and so is her life of pain. ~6/6/04 |
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