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Or WhatNever

Birds Flutter in the pale sky
Damn they remind me of me
Flutter left
Flutter right

I miss smoking, I miss sucking in air that
tastes different from everything else.

I stare at the picture,
I love the face,
but I hate the face when it
appears in a differently photographed place.

Flutter to the left
Smoke all night,
Stare at the woman,
Look in the eyes,
I don't have a light
Sing with the birds, Or whatever...Right?


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