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Wayward

The trickling flow of the water fixture
constant in its repetition, at odds with the passing traffic
A light breeze interrupts the striking of a match
scattering its naked flame whilst I light a cigarette.
Taking that first draw, the flame seeps through the tobacco
whilst the intoxicating smoke occupies my lungs.
Written by Tacete (who-isthe-silence)
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