distance.

Smoking another cigarette,
warmed by the wind
entranced and alone I sit.

With one breath in,
another comes out,
unfairly killing me
softly, steady and proud.

How many years have passed,
my seldom friend,
cyanide, tar, nicotine:
till death makes amends.

A perfect open relationship,
all lungs enjoy it,
that single kiss of eternal bliss.

Fucking another mistress,
long...


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