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Dec 2013
I went out today
off to buy my death
well, it was not available
so I thought f something better
packed in 20’s
in the above 18’s
section of the mall
worth more than my fare
worth less than the share
of it to my all time
request
when the clock
struck one
I locked myself in
my solitary peace
(whatever that might is)
tapped twice, lighted once
the superb feeling
of it between my lips
a fraction of second
was all I needed
to burn the rim, inhale
and let it burn my lungs
the feeling was mutual-
I burn you, you burn me
the sensation
was brief
but for all they say
and I agree,
this was suicide
*slow
but worth
every time
This is the second poem I wrote about smoking, probably there is more to come. For those who have come to know me, you know what I am talking about, and you should ask me to explain things. For those who have not come to know me, then enjoy!
jacky
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