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A Cigarette

Ink drops, they fall from a pen
so fucking melodramatic
Rain, drops on Atlantis
bombs that fall into the sun
 
does your heart beat,
in this cigarette?
Does your soul grope,
after butterflies of smoke?
 
who can hold them
in a hand?
Reality slips
through cracks in ceilings
dreams take, occupy
 
Written by Number16Busshelter (Number 16 Bus shelter)
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