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You


you smoke your cigarettes
and make idle conversation
laughing at jokes and lighting up another one
we walk down the busy streets
taking drags one after another
but as we wait for the bus
and you’re down to your last inhale
and your last bit of conversation
I see that you have
run out of things to
numb yourself with
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