cigarette wrapped in paper
packaged neatly in a brightly colored box
sweet and sticky song
obscuring the grasping, stinking tar
death on my own dime

cigarette wrapped in fingers
hearth for aimless hands, hush no more shivering
beacon blazing, blinking
dispelling the shadow between stranger and friend
true love for just a moment

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page of a notebook with messy handwriting

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